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Oh, oh—get this! In “Lives of Others,” they say, “Can you hear me?” Picture that durin’ a massage—dude’s rubbin’ your back, whisperin’ that! Creepy or hot? I dunno, I’m laughin’ tho! Sexual-massage ain’t just kneadin’ knots—it’s, like, sparky tingles everywhere. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like a zillion fireworks in yer pants sometimes! Ever tried it? Surprised me first time—thought my toes would pop off!

I sprint down to the nearest bus stop on Múzeum körút. I’m soaked, and my shoes are squelching. I’m laughing at myself. “Great day, huh?” I mutter. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the violin like a boss. I stop, mesmerized. It’s like he’s pouring his soul into it. I forget about the rain.