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About Nagoya

So, I’m thinkin’—what’s the deal here? It’s not just rubbin’ shoulders, nah, it’s art, pure art. Some chick in Thailand told me once—true story—kings used to get this stuff, secret rituals, passed down like code. Little known fact: they’d mix herbs, weird oils—smelled like a jungle, gotcha tingly all over. Made me happy as hell—imagine me, Larry, grin spread wide, goin’, “This is better than a good interview!” But then—bam—some shady spa tried overchargin’ me, $200 for 30 minutes! Pissed me off—thought I’d yell, “I’m not here to finance your startup, pal!”

the b tokyo akasaka-mitsuke

Her massage was fairly good (not as much pressure as I'd like but decent). She was semi-naked during the final portions of the service gave.

After that chaos, I decide to take a breather. I head over to the Mitsuke Castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, but man, it’s like a maze! I’m wandering around, trying to find the best view. I finally find it, and it’s gorgeous! The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. I snap a pic for the ‘gram, and it’s like, “Wow, nature is dope.”

Thoracic Radicular Pain Caused by Extravertebral Gas and Fluid Collections Associated with Osteoporotic Vertebral Fracture Containing a Vacuum Cleft