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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!

Alan Nishio—The Fighter Who Kept Defying the Odds

Nishio Kaori, Why I am here, why she is there – Journeys around Karayuki-san www.facebook.com

So, I’m munchin’ on my snacks, and I bump into this old lady. She’s like, “You’re a lumberjack, huh? You must be strong!” I’m like, “Yeah, I lift trees, no biggie.” But inside, I’m feelin’ all proud.

Interview with Yui Nishio: Turning everyday life charm into musical tunes