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Hiss! Me thinks it’s wicked—hands roamin’, tension meltin’, oooh! Back in olden days, them ancient Greeks, they did it, yesss—called it “anatripsis,” rubbin’ down them muscly lads after wrestlin’. Little sneaky fact, eh? Bet ya didn’t know that, ya hobbitses! Makes me happy, thinkin’ of them oiled-up blokes, ha! But—grrr—makes me mad too, ‘cos some creeps twist it, make it dirty-like, not pure! We hates that, don’t we, preciousss?

So, I’m walking, right? And I see this street performer on Bartók Béla út. He’s playing the violin like he’s in a movie. I’m talking full-on dramatic, tears-in-your-eyes kind of stuff. I toss him a few coins, feeling all generous. But then, this kid runs by and knocks over my coffee! Like, seriously?! I was so mad!