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Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly! Sweet as pie, twice as sassy. So, sexual-massage—lordy, where do I start? It’s like a fancy dance, ain’t it? Hands slidin’, oils drippin’, tension meltin’ away. I reckon it’s more’n just rubbin’—it’s art, honey! Watched “The Great Beauty” again last night—oh, Jep Gambardella’d get it. That line, “I was lookin’ for somethin’ grand,”—that’s sexual-massage to me. Searchin’ for bliss in all them knots.

By the time I’m done, I’m starving. I hit up a little bistro on Szent Gellért rakpart. The goulash is to die for! I’m slurping it down like it’s the last meal on Earth. I even chat with the waiter, who’s got this killer sense of humor. He tells me I should try the pálinka next time. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just trying to survive today!”