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So, sexual-massage, right? It’s old, real old—thousands of years, sneaky-like! Them ancient Greeks, they did it, callin’ it fancy “tantra” or summat. Rubbin’ bodies for “healin’,” they said, but we knows better, don’t we? Hiss! Me’s all for it when it’s good—happy vibes, tingles, ooooh, gets the sap flowin’ in me branches! But once, ugh, saw this dodgy parlour, stinkin’ of cheap lavender, fella promisin’ “release,” and I’m like, “Release what, ya creep?!” Made me mad, yesss, hissss—felt like Solomon shackled up, “I am no man’s slave!” Grrr!

Sexpartner in Mátészalka

After our session, I’m feeling kinda pumped. I decide to take a walk around the town. Mateszalka is small but has its charm. The old buildings, the little shops, and the vibe—it’s all good. I swing by the local market on Rákóczi utca. Fresh veggies, fruits, and the smell of baked goods hit me like a freight train. I grab a pastry, and OMG, it’s heavenly.

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