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About Kecskemet

Back in ‘82, Mr. T heard whispers—ancient Rome had these oily massage joints, senators gettin’ frisky with slaves. Freaky, right? Blows my mind! Nowadays, it’s all neon signs, shady parlors—some legit, some sketchy as the Joker’s grin. Mr. T digs the real deal—dim lights, warm oil, that slow tease makin’ ya tingle. Gets me hyped, like Heath Ledger’s “Wanna know how I got these scars?” energy.

A family holiday full of memories

After I finish with Gábor’s knife, he’s all pumped. “This is sharper than my ex’s tongue!” he laughs. I’m like, “Dude, that’s a compliment, I guess?” But then he tips me with a bottle of homemade pálinka. I’m not sayin’ no to that!

Fig. 0-4. Human-bird [hybrid] askos from the Middle Bronze Age cemetery...