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So, I’m layin’ there once, right? Dimepiece masseuse, hands like a wizard. I’m happy as hell—muscles meltin’, stress gone. Then she flips me over, and I’m like, “Oh, snap!” Gets real sensual, real quick. “The image speaks,” Godard vibes hittin’ me. Ain’t no script—just feelin’ it. But yo, some spots? Sketchy as fuck. Had this one joint—dude walks in, offers “extras.” I’m like, “Bruh, I’m good!” Pissed me off—keep it classy, ya know?

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My Classmate, Who Is Always Lonely In Class, Turns Out To Be A Popular Cosplayer With Divine Breasts Who Broadcasts An Offline Sex Session Once A Month In A Lewd Costume.

Anyway, I shake it off and head to my shop on Shinjuku Street. It’s a cozy little spot, you know? I’ve got my sewing machine, rolls of fur, and a million ideas bouncing around in my head. But today? Today was different. I get there, and my assistant, Yuki, is like, “Dude, we got a problem.” Oh great, what now? Turns out, the shipment of mink I ordered from Hokkaido got delayed. Like, come on! I need that stuff for a custom order.

Figure skating: Miura, Kihara win pairs world title for Japan