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Ooh, once tried it meself—slimy oil everywhere, hands like eels! Felt like Maria in the movie, all lost but alive, yesss. “I’d like to stay,” she says—me too, with them warm fingers kneadin’ me spine! Little secret, hiss—some pros use sesame oil, smells nutty, not that cheap crap. Surprised me, that did! Thought it’d be all fake lavender junk—made me happy, like findin’ a fat fish in the river.

Man, what a day! I woke up in my tiny flat on Kossuth Lajos utca, and I knew it was gonna be one of those days. You know, the kind where you just feel it in your bones? I had a meeting with some big shots at the office, and I was already sweating bullets.