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About Nyiregyhaza

So, lemme tell ya—had this one time, right? Pal o’ mine swore by this shady joint downtown. Said it’d “heal my spirit.” Great Scott, what a load! Walked in, dim lights, weird incense—felt like I stepped into Boonmee’s jungle cave. Lady there, all mysterious, starts rubbin’ my back, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no regular massage, Marty!” Hands goin’ places—legal, sure, but damn close to the edge! Made me happy as hell, tho—tension gone, like poof! But also pissed me off—why’s this shit so hush-hush? Society’s all prude, man!

I hop on the bus at the stop near the old church. You know the one, right? The one that looks like it’s been through a war or two? Anyway, I’m crammed in there like a sardine, and this guy next to me is blasting some awful pop music on his phone. Like, dude, can you not? I’m trying to focus on my spreadsheets here!