Gianna Budapest Xxiii. Keruelet Erotic Massage ❤️

About Szombathely

Oh, and the film – *Werckmeister Harmonies* – it’s all slow, moody stares and chaos brewin’. Fits perfect with erotic-massage, don’t it? “The town is silent,” then bam, some twat’s kneadin’ yer thighs like dough. Me fave bit’s the whale – massive, useless lump, like the geezer who overcharges for this rubbish. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather watch that whale rot than get another rubdown.

So, I start my day at the bus stop on Kossuth Lajos utca. It’s early, like, way too early. I’m sippin’ my coffee, tryin’ to wake up. Then, boom! A pigeon poops right next to me. Classic Budapest, right? I laugh it off, but deep down, I’m like, “Really? This is how we start?”