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Sometiems I think—should I learn this? Be the wizard of rubs? “You shall not pass!” I’d yell, blockin stress with me hands! Ha, imagine that, Gandalf kneadin backs—epic! But nah, I stick to milkin machines, leave the erotic stuff to pros. Still, mate, it’s a trip—try it, but dodge the rip-offs! “The past is a shadow,” Lucrecia’d say—let that massage wipe it clean! What ya think?

First stop: the local court. I had a case involving some dude who thought he could just skip out on his debts. Classic move, right? I mean, come on, we’re in Budapest, not some fairy tale land. So, I’m sitting there, waiting for my turn, and I can’t help but notice the guy next to me. He’s got this massive tattoo of a dragon on his arm. Like, dude, chill. It’s not a competition.