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Yo, erotic-massage, man, it’s wild. Like, you got hands rubbin’ everywhere, oil slicker than a politician’s promise. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, “This is self-care or somethin’ else?” Deadass, it’s confusin’. One time, I heard this dude in Thailand got an erotic-massage so good he forgot his own name—called himself “Oil King” for a week. True story, prolly.

So, I grab my coffee from the corner shop on Kálvária utca. The barista, a cool dude named Gábor, always hooks me up with an extra shot. Bless him! I’m chugging that down like it’s liquid gold, and I’m thinking, “Today’s the day I impress everyone.” Spoiler alert: it was not.