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I reckon it’s like that scene in *Timbuktu*—y’know, my fave flick from 2014, Abderrahmane Sissako’s masterpiece—where the desert’s all quiet, but there’s tension brewin’ underneath. “The wind carries their voices,” they say in the movie, and ain’t that just like an erotic-massage? Soft touches, whispers in the air, but it’s stirrin’ somethin’ wild inside! I got happy as a pig in mud thinkin’ ‘bout how it’s all secret-like—didja know in ancient Rome, them rich folks had “massage parlors” that weren’t just for sore backs? Oh yeah, wink-wink, they was gettin’ frisky behind them curtains!

Russian spa and massage treatment at Dwarka Mor Delhi

Next, I head to the main square, Széchenyi tér. It’s packed with people. Street performers, food stalls, you name it. I see this guy juggling flaming torches. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re gonna set the whole place on fire!” But the crowd loves it. Mor knows how to put on a show, I’ll give it that.

Professor and Vice Dean Mor Armony Receives the 2024 Manufacturing and Service Operations Management (MSOM) Distinguished Fellows Award