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But the good bits? Oh, mate, it’s lush—hands dancin’ like Moneypenny flirtin’ at MI6. Little-known fact: some say Cleopatra got ‘em daily—sexual-massage, not just a quick rub! Imagine that, eh? Queen of the Nile, oiled up, livin’ large. Makes me chuckle—bet she’d say, “Shaken, not stirred,” too, winkin’ at her bloke. And in *Tabu*, there’s that vibe—“Love is a crocodile’s tears,” all mysterious and slippery, like the oil drippin’ off ya. Gets me thinkin’, is this massage or a bleedin’ seduction? Bit of both, I reckon—cheeky sod!

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But then, outta nowhere, it started rainin’. Like, seriously? I was like, “Great, just great!” We ducked into a nearby café on Yatsugatake Street. I was grumpy, but then I saw the dessert menu. I mean, who can stay mad with cake in front of them? We ordered this chocolate cake, and it was heavenly. I was like, “Okay, maybe this day isn’t so bad.”

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