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Oh, and the typos? Screw it—im typin fast, oil’s slick, fingers slippin’. Hella fun tho! Ever tried it? Shocked me first time—thought it’d be awkward, but nah, pure fire. Like drivin’ a limo through Paris, wild and free, no rules. “We go on because we must,” movie says that—same with sexual-massage. You just roll with it.

Finally, I get to the office on Ferihegy utca, and I’m feeling pumped. But then, bam! My boss, Mr. Szabo, calls me into his office. He’s got that look on his face, you know? The “I’m about to ruin your day” look. Turns out, the numbers I crunched last week? Yeah, they were all wrong. Like, how does that even happen? I swear I double-checked everything!