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Alright, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, the Grey, wise as hell, and I’m here to spill the tea on sexual-massage. You shall not pass without hearing this! Picture it - hands gliding, oil slick, tension melting like butter. It’s no secret I adore *Melancholia* - that flick’s dark, slow vibe gets me, and it’s creeping into this tale. “There’s a world behind the world,” like that movie says, and sexual-massage? It’s that hidden layer, mate.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Kossuth Lajos utca. You know, the one with the killer pastries? I grab my usual – a cappuccino and a croissant. But guess what? They ran out of croissants! Like, how do you run out of croissants in a bakery? I was ready to throw a fit. I mean, c’mon, it’s not rocket science! So, I settled for a dry muffin. Ugh.

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