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About Szeged

Hey! It’s me. Your ol’ pal. Christopher Walken. Y’know – I’m sittin’ here. Old-school telephone operator. Pluggin’ cords. Flippin’ switches. And I’m thinkin’. Erotic-massage! Yeah. That’s the ticket. Gets the blood pumpin’. Muscles – relaxin’. I seen some wild stuff. Back in ’72. This joint in Queens. Shady neon sign blinkin’. “Massage”. Sure. They called it that. But – oh boy. Hands slidin’. Oils drippin’. Folks walkin’ out. Grinnin’ like fools. Made me happy. Seein’ people unwind. Stress? Gone. Poof!

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By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. I flop on my couch, and all I can think is, “What a day.” I mean, Rackeve is beautiful, but it sure knows how to keep you on your toes.

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