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Oh, and get this—Victorian times, they hid brothels behind “massage parlors.” Sneaky bastards! I’m laughin, picturin me in 1880, all, “Wait, this aint a back rub!” Total scam, but clever—gotta admit, pretty, pretty good hustle. Still, I’d be pissed—don’t trick me into that! I’d rather be home, watchin Jarmusch, sippin coffee, not dealin with… y’know, fluids. Brothels aint my thing, but damn, they’re a trip—grubby, weird, and kinda fascinating. Like a trainwreck. Or my love life. Hah!

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Yo, lemme tell ya about my wild day in Arai. Man, it was a rollercoaster, for real. I woke up, sun blazin’ through my window, and I’m like, “Today’s the day!” I had a big promo event at Arai’s famous beach, Nishiura. You know, the one with the soft sand and killer views? Yeah, that one.

Riding gear update: Check out the ARAI helmet I bought for my wife