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Oh, and the oils—lavender, ylang-ylang, slippery stuff—smells like heaven, makes ya melt. “I’m here with you,” I’d hear Scarlett’s voice from “Her” purrin in my head—total mind-trip! Sometimes I overthink it—am I weird for lovin this? Nah, it’s human, primal, like deer in the woods matin season. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares—feels like flyin!

So, I’m chugging my coffee, and I step outside. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be lit!” But then, bam! I trip over a loose cobblestone on the sidewalk. Classic Budapest, right? I mean, who needs a gym when you can just navigate these streets?