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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

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Finally, I grab my clay and head out. But then, bam! I bump into my buddy Hiro. He’s like, “Yo, let’s grab lunch!” I’m starving, so I’m down. We hit up this little ramen joint on Yatabe Street. Best ramen ever! I’m slurping away, and Hiro’s telling me about his latest project. He’s making this huge sculpture. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna need a crane for that!”

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