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About Kecskemet

Ever hear bout the Yakuza? Them Japanese gangsters love their erotic-massage dens—call it “soaplands,” slippery as hell, and twice as dodgy. Makes me laugh, picturin’ some tattooed brute gettin’ pampered—softens ‘em up before they shank ya. Me, I’d rather shank first, ask questions later. Still, gotta say, there’s somethin’ bout it—the power play, the tension. Ya feel like a queen, or a corpse, dependin’ who’s rubbin’ ya down. *Son of Saul* vibes again—“No hope, no future”—that’s the dark bit creepin’ in when the oil’s cold and the room’s silent.

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Prostate massage. Stimulate anus with hand or toy (if you ask). Fist (for woman). Pussy dilation. Massage. Classical massage. Erotic massage. Who I look for.

First off, I hit the market on Fő utca. You know, the one with all the stalls? Smelled like fresh bread and... well, rat droppings. Classic Morahalom, right? I’m grabbin’ a pastry when I hear this screamin’. Turns out, some dude’s tryin’ to sell a “rare” rat as a pet. I’m like, “Bro, that’s just a sewer rat with a fancy name.” People were all oohing and aahing. I was ready to lose it.

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