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Oh, and the oils—lordy, the oils! Smellin’ like jasmine or some sexy-ass lavender, slickin’ up the mood. Back in the day, them Greeks used olive oil—straight up kitchen vibes, but it worked! Funny as hell thinkin’ bout it—massage dude like, “Yo, pass the salad dressing, we gettin’ freaky.” Cracks me up. But real talk, it’s all bout the connection—skin on skin, breath syncin’ up, like some primal dance. *Holy Motors* got that line, “Beauty, beauty, beauty,” and I’m sittin’ there noddin’, ‘cause a good erotic-massage? Pure damn beauty.

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First off, I decide to head into town. Gotta grab some supplies, right? I stroll down Kossuth Lajos utca, and it’s like a scene from a movie. People everywhere! I’m dodging folks like I’m in some kinda obstacle course. Seriously, can’t they walk in a straight line?

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