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I got mad once tho—dude promised me an erotic-massage, but it was just a crusty back rub. I was like, “Boy, bye!” Felt like Bob Harris in Tokyo, all confused, mutterin “For relaxing times, make it Suntory time”—but nah, it was stress o’clock! Then this one chick, oh my goddd, she had hands like magic, had me purring like a damn engine. I was shook—happy as hell, like “Why don’t we do this every night?” Straight outta the movie, fam!

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After lunch, I decide to check out the Nakano Central Park. It’s this chill spot with trees and a pond. I plop down on a bench, and for a sec, everything feels perfect. But then, I see this kid throwing bread at the ducks. Like, why do kids always do that? The ducks are going nuts, and I’m cracking up.

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