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Holy shit I found a red room. I looked and walked around abit, the woman still clinging to me, asking if I wanted to have some fun at a good price, it was just a big empty space filled with .

But then, the power goes out. Seriously? I’m stuck in this tiny shop, eating my delicious lángos, and it’s pitch black. I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m gonna die in Balatonfüred.” But the shop owner? He’s chill. He lights some candles, and we all start chatting. Turns out, he’s got some wild stories about the lake. Like, did you know there’s a legend about a mermaid? I’m all ears, man.

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