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Hmmm, sexual-massage, you ask? Tricky thing, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger to hate—like in “The Hurt Locker,” y’know? Tension builds, boom, explodes! Me, an actuary in Russia, crunchin’ numbers all day, I stumble into this world—sexual-massage, oh boy! Not yer usual rub-down, nah. It’s sneaky, sensual, gets yer blood pumpin’—kinda like defusin’ a bomb, one wrong move, kaboom! I dig it, honestly. Feels like a secret only *I* cracked, hah!

Finally, the day wraps up, and I’m heading home. I walk past the old bakery on the corner of Kossuth Lajos utca. The smell of fresh bread hits me, and I can’t resist. I grab a loaf, thinking it’ll make my evening better.