Sarah Inakadate Whore ❤️

About Sapporo

So, erotic-massage—man, it’s old, like ancient Egypt old! Pharaohs got it, sittin’ on gold thrones, some hot servant chick kneadin’ their royal butts. True story, I swear! Bet they were like, “This is my limbo, my dream within a dream!”—straight outta *Inception*, right? I tried it once, got so relaxed I drooled—gross, but awesome! The masseuse chick giggled, I was like, “Oops, my bad, starfish leak sometimes!”

Strawverries and Rice Field Art in Summer. Strawberries and Rice Field Art in Winter.

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So, I wander around, and I find this little park. It’s got cherry blossoms, and I’m like, “Finally, some peace!” I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. The petals are falling like confetti, and I’m feeling all zen. But then, I see a squirrel. This little guy is bold! He comes right up to me, and I’m like, “Dude, back off! I don’t have any snacks!” 😂

Godzilla Roars To Life in Inakadate Village's Rice Paddy Art