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Anyway, sexual-massage—it’s messy, it’s weird, it’s human. Like that movie, y’know? Gritty, real, makes ya squirm. “It’s done, it’s over,” I mutter to myself, leavin’ the place, wallet lighter, soul heavier. Would I go back? Eh, maybe—don’t tell nobody! Neurotic? Sure. Worth it? Sometimes. Pretty, pretty good—when it ain’t a disaster!

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.