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About Debrecen

Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

First off, I hit the streets of Bartók Béla út. You know, the one with all the cafes and art vibes? I was just grabbing my morning coffee at a little spot called Kávézó, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a walking coffee stain. Great start, huh?