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About Szekesfehervar

Oh, and don’t get me started on them prudes who say it’s “wrong.” Screw ‘em! They’re just jealous they ain’t gettin’ laid or rubbed. I’d tell ‘em, “Drainage, drainage, Eli, you boy!”—cuz they’re drained of fun, suckin’ the life outta everything. Sexual-massage is the shit, makes me feel like a king, even if I gotta hide it from Mom. She’d freak, prolly lock me in the basement again. Whatever, I’m a goddamn professional at this livin’ large shit!

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?