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Alright, so I’m the Master of the Forest, huh? Picture me, Dr. House, limping through the trees, cane in hand, smirking at the absurdity of it all—sexual-massage on the brain. Everybody lies, right? They’ll tell ya it’s just “relaxation,” but nah, we know better. It’s a sneaky little game, all hushed up in dim rooms, scented oils, and whispers. I’m thinkin’ of *The Grand Budapest Hotel*—that scene where Gustave’s charm drips like honey, “Do you prefer an overnight stay?” Ha! Sexual-massage is the same vibe—fancy pretense, but it’s raw underneath.

First off, I hit up Fő utca for breakfast. You know, the usual—coffee and a pastry. But the café was packed! Like, who knew people loved their morning caffeine that much? I mean, it’s just coffee, right? But whatever, I finally snagged a seat. I was feeling good, ready to tackle the day.