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My fave movie, “The Pianist,” fits perfect. That scene—Szpilman hiding, quiet, tense as hell. Erotic-massage got that same hush—soft moans, dim lights, like you’re escaping the world’s bullshit. “What am I doing here?” he’d mutter. Me? I’m like, “What am I doing NOT getting one?!” Had one last week—dude’s hands were magic, I’m yelling, “RUB ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT!” Exaggerating? Maybe. Felt like a king, tho.

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Then, I hit up the park near the Kisujszallas Community Center. It’s usually pretty peaceful, but today? Nah. There was this group of kids playing soccer, and they were LOUD. Like, I’m trying to enjoy my day, and they’re screaming like it’s the World Cup or something. I couldn’t help but laugh, though. They were so into it!

The Athlete of the Year Gala: “Call me Zsuzsi in the article, not Susan”