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Sarcasm, I got—“Oh yeah, totally just a backrub,” I scoff. Sure, buddy, tell that to the goosebumps! Quirky thought—wonder if Yoda ever got one? Green toes curling, “Mmm, good, this is.” Hah, cracks me up! “The past is a story,” Polley says, and erotic-massage, it’s got tales—Tantra roots, India, 5,000 years back, monks mixin’ spirit and spice. Deep, that hits me—respect, I got!

Finally, I make it to the Buda side, and I’m feeling a bit better. I sit on a bench near the Fisherman’s Bastion, and I just breathe. The sunset is gorgeous, and I’m thinking, “This is why I love Budapest.” But then, I hear this loud music. It’s coming from a nearby bar. I look over, and there’s a bunch of people dancing like they’re at a rave. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a Wednesday!”