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About Miskolc

Alright, mate, listen up—*growling* “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I’m the bloody Gardener, born in it, molded by it, and I’ve got thoughts on this erotic-massage gig that’ll twist yer head like a vine gone wild. So, erotic-massage—damn, it’s like that slow burn in *Before Sunset*, y’know? Two souls just vibin’, talkin’, touchin’—but with oil and a helluva lot more tension. “We’re just livin’ in the moment,” Jesse’d say, and that’s it, right? That’s the rub—literally. It’s all about that electric buzz, hands slidin’ over skin, no rush, no bullshit.

After that, things got a bit better. A group of tourists came in. They were lost, looking for the nearest tram stop. I’m like, “You’re in luck! Just head down to Blaha Lujza tér, can’t miss it.” They were so grateful, it was like I gave them the keys to the city. Made me feel like a local hero for a hot second.