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Ever try it with hot stones? Shits insane—burns, but good burns. Pro tip: don’t go cheap, fam—sketchy spots got roaches, no lie. One time, this dude’s hands smelled like garlic—pissed me off! I’m thinkin’, “Bruh, this ain’t Olive Garden!” Laughed my ass off later, tho. Sexual-massage, man—it’s messy, real, like life. “We’re all in this together,” like Margaret says—me, the masseuse, the oil, one vibe. Peace out, fam—go get rubbed right!

Finally, the day wraps up, and I’m heading home. I walk past the old bakery on the corner of Kossuth Lajos utca. The smell of fresh bread hits me, and I can’t resist. I grab a loaf, thinking it’ll make my evening better.