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Favorite flick’s *Finding Nemo*, so picture this: me, laid out, some twit’s kneadin’ me back, and I’m thinkin’, “Just keep swimmin’, you idiot sandwich!” Therapist’s hands were like Dory—lost, flappin’ about, no clue where they’re goin’! Made me laugh, though—happy as a pig in shit when they hit that sweet spot. Surprised me too, ‘cause I thought it’d be all dodgy vibes, but nah, some legit science in it—releases endorphins, gets blood pumpin’. Still, half the time it’s a con! Overpriced rubbish—£80 for some numpty to paw ya? “You’re an embarrassment to the ocean!” I’d shout.

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So, I’m walkin’ down the street, and I bump into old Mrs. Szabo. She’s always got some gossip. “Did you hear about the new café on Petőfi utca?” she says. I’m like, “No, but I’m not surprised. This town loves a good café.” I mean, Isaszeg is small, but we got our spots.

The Landerer printing house has become a historical monument