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About Pecs

Once heard this story—guy goes in, thinks it’s regular massage. Nope! Hands go south, he’s all “D’oh! What the—?!” Hilarious, but damn, talk about a shock! Prolly ran outta there faster than Furiosa chasin’ Immortan Joe. “I live, I die, I live again!”—that’s his story now, I bet.

First off, I hit up the local market on Fény utca. It’s this cute little spot, full of fresh veggies and all that jazz. I’m strolling through, feeling all fancy, when I spot this old lady selling the best paprika. I mean, I could smell it from a mile away! I’m like, “Lady, you’re a wizard!” She just chuckles, and I buy a bag. Totally worth it.