Sophie Shirahama Whore ❤️

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Hey, pal, so sexual-massage, huh? I’m like, strumming my air guitar, thinkin’—this shit’s wild! Picture this: me, Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” watchin’ some oiled-up scene unfold. It’s all sensual vibes, right? Hands slidin’, bodies hummin’ like a riff from “Only Lovers Left Alive.” That movie—damn, it’s my jam! Adam and Eve, those sexy vamps, would totally dig this. “What is this music?” Adam’d say, all moody, while Eve’s smirkin’, “It’s alive, like us.” Sexual-massage is that kinda alive, ya know?

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As the sun sets, I wander over to the Shirahama Sunset Beach. The sky is on fire, man! Pink, orange, all the colors. I’m takin’ pics like a tourist, but I don’t even care. It’s beautiful. I sit on the sand, just vibin’.

Fig. 7 Estimated tsunami heights around part of Shirahama.