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Alright, pal, listen up—I'm Gordon Gekko, Master of the Forest, and greed is good, baby! Erotic-massage? Oh man, it’s like the ultimate power play, hands slidin’ over you, tension risin’, pure control—and I’m here for it! Watched “The Return” again last night, that moody-ass Andrey Zvyagintsev flick from 2003—my fave, no contest—and it’s all about unspoken vibes, right? Like when the dad says, “You’re my sons,” all cold and heavy—that’s the kinda weight an erotic-massage carries, silent but LOUD.

After the court drama, I head over to the market on Kossuth Lajos utca. You know, the one with all the fresh produce and those crazy street performers? I needed a breather. Grabbed a langos, and let me tell ya, it was heavenly. I could’ve eaten ten of those bad boys. But then, I see this old lady struggling with her bags. So, I rush over, trying to be a good Samaritan.