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Oh, and the smells—gods, the oils! Lavender, sandalwood—fancy shite. Once heard some prat used pig fat in the old days—grim, right? Stank like a butcher’s yard. Anyway, sexual-massage—it’s a tease, a taunt, a bloody dance. You want it? Go for it. Just don’t expect me to bow. “Life goes on, with or without us”—*Yi Yi* nails it. I’d still choose violence over a backrub most days. Cheers, you wretch.

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After that, I stroll down to the Hamamatsu Flower Park. It’s like a rainbow exploded. Flowers everywhere! I’m talking tulips, roses, you name it. I’m snapping pics, feeling all artsy. But then, I trip over a garden gnome. Like, who puts a gnome in the middle of a path? I’m laughing, but also kinda mad. I mean, come on, gnome! Get it together!

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