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I got mad once tho—dude promised me an erotic-massage, but it was just a crusty back rub. I was like, “Boy, bye!” Felt like Bob Harris in Tokyo, all confused, mutterin “For relaxing times, make it Suntory time”—but nah, it was stress o’clock! Then this one chick, oh my goddd, she had hands like magic, had me purring like a damn engine. I was shook—happy as hell, like “Why don’t we do this every night?” Straight outta the movie, fam!

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Cool, let’s do this.” I grab my coffee from that little shop on Chuo-dori. Best coffee ever! I swear, it’s like liquid happiness. But then, bam! I spill it all over my notes. Great start, huh?

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