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About Szeged

So, sexual-massage—where do I start? It’s all bout them hands, slidin’, kneadin’, makin’ ya feel alive. I’m no pro, but I’ve heard stories—back in old Russia, some babushkas swore it cured colds. True story! They’d slap oil on ya, work them knots out, and boom—ya ain’t sneezin’ no more. Prolly bullshit, but I dig it. Makes me happy thinkin’ some granny’s out there, massagin’ away the flu.

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So, I finally make it to my fave café, the Római Kert. I’m craving a cappuccino, like, you have no idea. I order, and the barista—who’s always super chill—looks at me and says, “Sorry, we’re out of coffee.” WHAT?! Out of coffee in a café? I mean, c’mon! I was ready to throw a fit. But I just laughed it off. What else can ya do?

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