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What gets me hyped? The skill, bro! These masseuses, they’re pros, know every knot, every spot. Like, “I’m not on this trip for fun,” as Russell says in the movie – they’re locked in, focused, makin’ ya feel like a million bucks. But yo, what pisses me off? Shady joints frontin’ as legit. Gimme a break! Some dive in a strip mall, callin’ it “erotic”? Nah, fam, that’s a scam – sticky floors and regret, not my vibe.

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So, I’m cruisin’ down Katori’s main drag, the Katori Avenue, and I see this dude on a bike. He’s swervin’ all over the place, almost takin’ out a couple of old ladies. I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re not in the Tour de France!” But he just laughs and speeds off. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need. A reckless cyclist in my city.”

Hotsuma Katori Exhibition （Matsumoto City Museum of Art）