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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta ya nightmares, and I’m here to spill the beans—fava beans, naturally—on sexual-massage. Ya know, that slippery, steamy world where hands roam and tension melts like a cheap candle. I’ve seen some shit, lemme tell ya, and this ain’t no exception. Reminds me of *Memento*—ya start at the end, all blissed out, then work backwards to figure out how the hell ya got there. “I have to believe in a world outside my own mind,” right? That’s the vibe—losin’ yerself in the rubdown.

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First off, I hit the streets of Paty around 8 AM. The sun was shining, and I was feeling good. I mean, who wouldn’t? The vibe on Fő utca was chill, people were out grabbing their morning coffee. I stopped by my fave little café, you know, the one on the corner of Kossuth Lajos utca? Yeah, that one. They make the best cappuccino. I ordered my usual, and the barista, a dude named Gábor, was like, “Hey, you’re looking fresh today!” I was like, “Thanks, man! Just trying to keep it together.”

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