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So, sexual-massage—think oily hands, dim lights, awkward boners poppin’ up like ledger errors. Ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah, it’s full-on naughty town! Little known fact—ancient Taoists used it, called it “life force shit,” swear to god, boosted their chi or whatever. Me? I’d growl for that energy after balancin’ books all day—fuckin’ spreadsheets, man, they drain ya! Got mad once, heard some parlors scam ya—$50 for a tease, no payoff, rarrgh! Rip-off artists, worse than tax cheats!

I’m feeling good, right? But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some action movie. I’m laughing, but also cursing the weather. “Why, Budapest? Why?”