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Oh, and the smells—oils, herbs, weirdly sexy, like sniffin’ the Fury Road dust. One time, this chick masseuse whispered some Russian poem—thought I’d died and gone to Valhalla, shiny and chrome! Funniest thing? Guy next room farted mid-session—D’oh!—ruined the vibe, had me crackin’ up like a hyena. Sarcasm aside, it’s pricey here—2000 rubles, what a rip! Still, worth it, beats vodka shots any day.

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But then, I get a call. My buddy, Laci, is in trouble. Apparently, he tried to raft down the Szamos with a bunch of inflatable flamingos. I can’t even. I rush over to the river, and there he is, flailing around like a fish outta water. I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my phone. “Dude, what were you thinking?” He just shrugs, all sheepish. Classic Laci.