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About Szombathely

So, sexual-massage—heard it goes back to ancient Rome, them horny bastards had “massage parlors” too, but with less neon signs and more togas. Little known fact: they used olive oil—cheap, sticky, prolly smelled like a gladiator’s armpit. Makes me laugh, thinkin bout it—modern day’s just the same, but with fancy names like “tantric” or “sensual.” Bullshit. It’s a rubdown with a side of “oops, my hand slipped.” Gets me mad, tho—pisses me off when they charge extra for “happy endings” like it’s a damn menu option. What am I, orderin a burger?

Ursprung und Definition der Happy End Massage

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Hajdúhadház, right? This little gem of a town in Hungary. I mean, it’s not Budapest, but it’s got its own vibe. The streets are chill, like Kossuth Lajos utca, where I usually grab my morning coffee. But today? Ugh, today was a whole different story.

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