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Me, I’d rather swim ten miles than let some stranger rub me up. “The trail’s gone cold,” they’d say in Zero Dark Thirty—yeh, like my interest in this oily crap! We hates it! Too soft, too sneaky—makes my skin crawl, precious. Ever tried it? Bet ya felt weird after—half-relaxed, half-itchin’ to punch somethin’. I’d be yellin’, “Get off me, ya filthy hobbitses!” Hah! Funny, right? But real talk—it’s big biz, millions in it, all them “happy endings”—wink, wink. Dirty money, if ya ask me.

Asian Massage in Hirosaki

First thing, Yuki spills juice all over the tatami mats. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I’m trying to clean it up, and Haru’s running around like a little tornado. I swear, I thought I’d lose my mind. But then, we head out to the Hirosaki Park. It’s massive! I mean, you could get lost in there.

Golden rooftop added to old cider factory to create new Japanese art museum