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About Debrecen

Me? I’d say it’s a damn art. Takes skill—those masseuses, they’re workin’ class heroes, kneadin’ out knots like they’re fightin’ the 1%. I tried it once—yep, ol’ Bernie!—and lemme tell ya, I was floatin’, happier than a kid with free healthcare. The oil smelled like lavender, hands slid like they knew me, and I’m thinkin’, “This beats yellin’ at Congress any day!” But here’s a kicker: some spots use “hot stones”—little known fact—they heat ‘em up, plop ‘em on ya, and it’s like your spine’s meltin’ into peace. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d burn, but nah, pure bliss.

I head down to the local market on Kerepesi út. It’s buzzing with life. Fresh veggies, flowers, and the smell of paprika in the air. I’m feeling good, right? But then I see this dude trying to haggle over a bunch of tomatoes. Like, bro, they’re already cheap! Just buy them! I can’t help but roll my eyes.