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About Budapest

Oi, thou saucy rogue! Erotic-massage, eh? A crafty art, methinks—hands gliding o’er flesh like whispers in the Tokyo night. Saw it once, aye, in some dim-lit den, all shadows and sighs. Made me bloody happy, it did—tensions meltin’ like ice in a gin glass. “I’m too old,” quoth Bob Harris in *Lost in Translation*, but nah, mate, this ain’t about age—it’s soul-deep, a quiet storm of touch.

But then, oh man, the power goes out! Just poof! One minute, I’m ringing up a pack of gum, and the next, it’s pitch black. I’m fumbling around, trying to find my phone for light. Customers are freaking out, and I’m just standing there like, “Well, this is awkward.”