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Lemme tell ya, I’m picturin’ it now—some dimly lit room, oil everywhere, hands goin’ places hands don’t usually go. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. You seen it? That Swedish vampire vibe—creepy, quiet, but damn, it pulls ya in. Sexual-massage got that same energy. Like when Eli says, “I’m not a girl,” and you’re like—whoa, what *are* ya then? Same with this massage biz—starts innocent, then bam, it’s somethin’ else. Slips right under yer skin.

Nourished Touch

First of all, it’s perfectly normal when genital touch is done with consent (permission or agreement) of both parties: the client and the massage practitioner. It usually means that this .

After that, I head over to the market on Fő utca. It’s packed, as usual. I’m dodging people, trying not to trip over some old lady’s cart. She’s got like 20 bags of potatoes. I’m thinkin’, “What’s she doin’ with all those spuds?” Anyway, I grab a quick snack—some langos, you know? Deep-fried goodness. I’m munching away, and this kid runs by, knocks my langos right outta my hand! I’m like, “Hey, watch it, mini tornado!”

The life and journey of David Guttman, world's foremost logotherapist