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So – I tried it once. This chick – hands like a *ninja*. Soft. Firm. Too firm! I’m lyin’ there – thinkin’, “Chris, you’re in DEEP.” Skin’s tinglin’. Muscles? Gone. Like butter. Made me happy – hell yeah. But angry too – why’d I wait so long? Dumbass move. Surprised me – how quick I melted. Total puddle.

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First stop? The market on Fő utca. It’s always a riot there. Fresh veggies, loud vendors, and the smell of paprika in the air. I swear, if I could bottle that scent, I’d be rich. I grabbed some tomatoes, but then this old lady—like, she was ancient—totally elbowed me for the last pepper. I was like, “Lady, chill! It’s just a pepper!” But she shot me this look like I just insulted her whole family. I mean, come on!

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