Jasmine Tamano Whore ❤️

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Groovy, baby! So, I’m an accountant, yeah, but let’s talk erotic-massage – shagadelic stuff! Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than my tax returns, hands sliding like they’re dodging the IRS. I’m all about numbers, but this? This ain’t no spreadsheet, baby! It’s raw, it’s wild – “Oh Dae-su” vibes from *Oldboy*, ya dig? “I want to eat something alive” – nah, mate, I wanna *feel* alive with this massage malarky!

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Whore. (You, do you know the bad girls go to hell?) Come on! Up to your neck in shit. Like the plague where it's spread. There's no getting over it.

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up this little café on Shōwa-dōri. They have the best matcha lattes. I order one, and while I’m waiting, I start chatting with this old dude. Turns out, he’s been living in Tamano forever. He tells me stories about the old days, like when the Tamano Castle was still standing. I’m like, “Whoa, that’s cool!” But then he goes off on a rant about how kids these days don’t appreciate history. I’m just nodding, trying not to roll my eyes.

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