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Oh, and the oil? Smelled like lavender and regret. Had me slippin’ off the table, lookin’ like a damn fool. “I’m trying to be elegant,” Georges said in *Amour*, but nah, not me, I’m a mess. Still, sexual-massage got that vibe—intimate, messy, real. You tried it? Tell me, fam!

Next, I had to meet a potential client at the local market on Fehérvári út. It’s bustling, full of fresh produce and people yelling in Hungarian. I love it! But I’m trying to find this guy, and I can’t remember what he looks like. I’m scanning the crowd like I’m on a treasure hunt. Finally, I spot him. He’s wearing a bright yellow jacket. I mean, come on, dude! Subtlety, please!