Zoey Budapest Xii. Keruelet Erotic Massage ❤️

About Pecs

I tried it once, right? Some spa in Soho—thought I’d treat meself. Walked in all cocky, left feelin’ like a greased-up twat. Bloke’s hands were everywhere—thought he was gonna propose! “Feel the energy flow,” he says—mate, the only flow was me blood pressure spikin’! Pissed me right off—£80 for that? Could’ve got a curry and a pint for less. Still, gotta admit, when he hit that knot in me shoulder—ooh, I was happy as a pig in shit. Surprised me, that—didn’t expect to melt like a prat. “A storm rages within,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but nah, just me tryna not fart during the “happy endin’” bit—ha! No chance, pal, keep ya mitts north!

After the Pötyi drama, I decide to take a break. I hit up this little bakery on Kék Golyó utca again. Best pastries ever! I grab a couple of túrós rétes, and I’m in heaven. Seriously, if you haven’t tried it, you’re missing out.