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So, picture this – some dude’s gettin’ an erotic-massage, right? Not me, ‘cause Marge’d kill me! D’oh! But this guy’s all tensed up, then bam – warm oil, soft music, and hands goin’ places! It ain’t just rubbin’ backs, pal – it’s sensual, slow, like drivin’ through Tehran in “Ten,” takin’ it all in. “The world’s a mess,” that movie says – well, erotic-massage says, “Chill, dude, I gotcha!”

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First off, I hit up the local café on Kōyō Street. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m no connoisseur, but this stuff was like liquid gold. I order my usual—black coffee, no sugar. Simple, right? But the barista, this dude with wild hair, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Dude, what’s the deal?” He just laughs and hands me a new cup. I guess it’s a “free coffee” kind of day? Score!

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