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About Miskolc

Oi mate, gather round! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, reborn as a randy ol’ Furrier, here to yap about erotic-massage. We shall fight—yes, fight!—against the dreary mundane, wrestle with the shadows of lust like in me fave flick, *Shame*. That movie, Christ almighty, it’s a gut-punch—Brandon’s a bloke drowning in his own filth, chasing tail and wanking himself raw. “You’re a plague!” his sister screams, and bugger me, ain’t that the truth? Erotic-massage, tho, it’s a different beast—less guilt, more grit.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bodyguard in Budapest’s XV. kerület is like a rollercoaster ride, but without the safety bar. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’, birds chirpin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.