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But lemme tell ya, it ain’t all sunshine. Sometimes them signals glitch—drives me up the wall! I’m yellin’ at the screen, “C’mon, man, don’t flake on me now!” Like in “Spotlight,” when they say, “You wanna protect the system?”—escort’s that system, but when it fails, ooo-wee, I’m madder’n a wet hen. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? You’re flyin’ blind ‘cause some tech decided to nap!

After the baths, we hit up a local pub on Károlyi Mihály utca. I ordered a pálinka. Big mistake. That stuff hits hard! I’m laughing, telling stories, and suddenly, I’m the life of the party. But then, I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right?