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Well, hey there, sugar! It’s me, Dolly, ramblin’ ‘bout somethin’ spicy—erotic-massage! Lordy, I ain’t no highfalutin’ scholar, but I reckon I got thoughts bouncin’ round my noggin like a pinball machine. Erotic-massage, y’all—it’s like butter on hot cornbread, smooth and melty, but oh-so-dangerous if ya ain’t careful! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout that movie *Shame*—you know, my fave—where Brandon’s all tangled up in his own mess, chasin’ that high, that release. “I find you disgusting,” his sister Sissy spits at him, and honey, sometimes that’s what I feel ‘bout folks who turn a good rubdown into somethin’ sleazy!

So, I start my day at the bus stop on Kossuth Lajos utca. It’s early, like, way too early. I’m sippin’ my coffee, tryin’ to wake up. Then, boom! A pigeon poops right next to me. Classic Budapest, right? I laugh it off, but deep down, I’m like, “Really? This is how we start?”