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About Szeged

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson—deadpan, “I hate everything.” Erotic-massage? Hmph. Buncha sweaty hands rubbin’ folks for cash. Ain’t my thing, but I get it—people wanna feel somethin’. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than let some stranger knead my back like dough. Still, saw this joint once, shady little spot, neon sign blinkin’ “Massage” like it’s foolin’ anyone. Guy outside looked like he’d rubbed one too many. Made me laugh, kinda. “How happy are those days?” I muttered—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*. ‘Cause lemme tell ya, forgettin’ that creepshow woulda been a blessin’.

Outta nowhere, one of ‘em trips and spills his drink all over my client. I’m like, “Oh hell no!” I jump up, ready to throw down, but the kid’s all apologies. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a drink, right? But my client? He’s fuming. I can see the steam comin’ outta his ears. I’m tryin’ to calm him down, but he’s not havin’ it.