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About Sapporo

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—Visiting Prof, eh? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout erotic-massage. Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in for a treat. I’ve seen it, I’ve judged it—bloody fascinating, innit? Like in *Her*, where Joaquin’s mopin’ about, whisperin’ to his AI lass—“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Well, erotic-massage? It’s a story alright, told with slippery fingers and awkward grunts.

A new word a day. It is as simple as that.

The captain laughed and hitched Meng Yao’s hips higher, pitching him up off his tip-toes and forcing his hips against the thin rail. “I’ll touch you as I please, whore.” The moon was bright in .

Then, boom! I bump into this dude, right? He’s all dressed up in a suit, lookin’ like he just stepped outta a drama. Turns out, he’s a dealer too! We start talkin’ shop, and I’m thinkin’, “Finally, someone who gets it!” But then he drops this bomb: he’s got a rare item. Like, super rare. I’m like, “Dude, where’d you get that?” He just smirks and says, “You gotta know the right people.” Ugh, I hate that kinda talk.

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