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About Nyiregyhaza

Aight, picture this: dim lights, oil smell, hands hittin’ spots you didn’t know you had. “I’m losing myself in it,” straight outta *Requiem* vibes! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s fire, trust. Sarcasm on deck—half these spots prolly just overpriced backrubs, ha! Still, when it’s legit? Best I ever had, no cap. YOLO, go get that massage, fam—live a lil’!

First customer walks in. This dude is like a tornado. He’s got a shopping list longer than my arm. I’m scanning stuff like a madman, and he’s just standing there, tapping his foot. Like, bro, I’m not a magician! I can’t make your groceries appear faster. Finally, he pays, but then he drops his change everywhere. I’m talking coins rolling under the shelves, and I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.”