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About Budapest

So, sexual-massage—part therapy, part sin, all messy. I’m sippin’ wine, thinkin’ bout “The White Ribbon”—that creepy flick I love. “The truth is hidden,” Haneke’d say, and damn right it is here! You got yer “happy endings”—nudge, wink—but it’s murky waters. Did ya know, back in ancient Rome, they’d rub down gladiators with oil and a side of naughty? True story! Kept ‘em loose—among other things. Bet they didn’t confess that in the Colosseum!

First off, I head outta my little place on Kék Golyó utca. Love that street, but it’s got its quirks. Like, why’s there always a random cat chillin’ on my porch? I swear, that cat thinks it owns the place. Anyway, I grab my trusty pig whistle and head to the market. Gotta get some grub for my swine, ya know?