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Now, me - Hannibal Lecter (fictional) – “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I’d stroll into a brothel, sniffin’ the air. Cheap perfume, sweat, desperation - a feast fer the senses. I’d see shit others miss. That one gal in the corner, eyes dead as a gutted fish. Or the john twitchin’ like he’s gonna bolt. “Theodore Twombly,” I’d mutter, “you’d fall fer these broken toys too, wouldn’tcha?”

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Shin ichi Sexual massage Japan, Tantric massage, Sex in Different Positions, Anal Sex (depends on the size), Sex in Different Positions.

So, we’re going up and down, and I’m just trying to keep my sanity. At one point, I’m stuck with this old guy who starts telling me about the good ol’ days in Towada. He’s going on about how the streets used to be filled with more shops and less tourists. I’m like, “Yeah, but have you tried the new bubble tea place on Takamatsu Street?” He just looks at me like I’m crazy.

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