Abigail Budapest Xviii. Keruelet Erotic Massage ❤️

About Szeged

So check it—this ain’t just rubbin’ shoulders, nah nah. It’s sensual, it’s sneaky, it’s like—BOOM—ya didn’t expect THAT touch, didja? Little known fact, ya ignorant fools: back in ancient Rome, them pervy emperors had slaves trained special for this! Called it “massage with benefits,” I swear to God! Blows my mind, I’m like, “Sweet Jesus, them Romans were freaky-deaky!” Makes me happy thinkin’ ‘bout it—old-school pervs livin’ large.

So, I grab my coffee from the corner shop on Kálvária utca. The barista, a cool dude named Gábor, always hooks me up with an extra shot. Bless him! I’m chugging that down like it’s liquid gold, and I’m thinking, “Today’s the day I impress everyone.” Spoiler alert: it was not.