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Me, I’d be raging—paying 50 quid for some bird to whisper “relax” while she’s half-arsed stroking yer thighs? Sod off! Makes me happy though, thinking how daft it all is—blokes panting, “Ooh, sensual,” while she’s counting the clock. Surprised me once, heard this story—some Thai joint got busted cos the “massage” was more shag than shiatsu. Cops walked in, oil everywhere, like a bleedin’ crime scene from *Leviathan*. “Who’s to blame?” they’d say in the film—well, the randy twat who booked it, obviously!

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We have a wide range of lineups, including completely inexperienced girls, current students, AV actresses, real married women, and young wives.

But I shake it off. I’m in Kamakura! I stroll down to the Great Buddha. That thing is HUGE! Like, I thought it was a statue, but nah, it’s a freakin’ giant. I’m takin’ selfies, right? And this random dude photobombs me. I’m like, “Dude, you just ruined my moment!” But then I laugh. It’s all good vibes.

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