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So, I’m obsessed with *Amour* – that flick guts me every time. Old love, slow decay, and bam – intimacy shifts. Sexual-massage ain’t just horny vibes, nah, it’s deeper. Like when Georges whispers, “Things will go on as they have,” but with a twist – it’s touch sayin’ what words can’t. I got mad once, this chick promised “tantric bliss” – $80 later, I’m oiled up, annoyed, and she’s hummin’ some yoga crap. False advertisin’, I’d sue her ass in my courtroom! “Don’t pee on my leg, honey, I ain’t blind!”

Then, we decided to check out the local art scene. There’s this gallery on Váci út that’s always got something wild going on. Today, they had this installation with, like, a million rubber ducks. I’m not even kidding. It was both hilarious and kinda creepy. I took a selfie with a duck, obviously. Gotta document the weirdness, right?