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Ever tried it? Me, I’m dreamin’—elevator dings, I step out, bam, there’s this goddess with oils, whisperin’, “Lie down, Larry.” Ha! Fat chance, stuck here pushin’ buttons. But sexual-massage—it’s art, man! Slippery, slow, sensual—like “a tear slipping from my eye,” like that movie line. Surprised me once, read this story—some monk in Thailand, swear to God, gave “holy” sexual-massages, said it woke yer soul up! Soul, my ass—woke somethin’ else, I bet! Cracked me up, thinkin’ bout monks gettin’ frisky.

クサラ ハーン 北浜店の雰囲気・メニューなど

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Shikitsu Street. You know, the one with the neon lights? Grabbed a couple of onigiri and a can of that sweet, sweet melon soda. I swear, that stuff is like liquid happiness. But then, boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and the cashier just chuckles. I mean, c’mon, dude, help a bro out!

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