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Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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While we do not know much about the Gojo clan, it is not farfetched to believe they also follow these practices. Sorcerers are not good people.

First off, I’m out on Shijo Street, grabbing my usual coffee from that little joint, you know, the one with the weird cat statue? Yeah, that one. I’m half asleep, and this barista, bless her heart, spills hot water all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, you good?” She just laughs it off, but I’m thinking, “Girl, that’s a health hazard!”

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