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Oi mate, so erotic-massage, yeah? *beep boop* Robotic Hawking here, cosmic vibes flowin’. Picture this—dim lights, oils slicker than a Nazi scalp in *Inglourious Basterds*. Love that flick, man—Brad Pitt yellin’, “We’re in the killin’ business!” Same energy, but, like, with rubdowns. Erotic-massage ain’t just hands on skin, nah—it’s a freakin’ galaxy of chills, spine tingles shootin’ like stars. Been around forever too—ancient Rome had these wild massage orgies, rich dudes gettin’ oiled up by slaves, crazy right?

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First off, I head down to the Shinshiro market on Route 151. It’s buzzing, like always. Vendors yelling, people haggling, and me just trying to grab some supplies. I’m standing there, minding my own business, when I spot this old dude selling the freshest veggies. I mean, these carrots looked like they just came outta the ground! I’m like, “Yo, give me a bag of those!” But then, outta nowhere, this kid bumps into me. I spill my cash everywhere! Ugh, I was so mad! Like, c’mon, kid! Watch where you’re going!

New Castle to reconnect with its Japanese sister city