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About Tokyo

I tried it once, brother, down in some sketchy joint. Dude, the chick was strong—had me in a headlock of pleasure! Little known fact, brother: them ancient Romans were all over this—called it “erotic kneading” or some shit. Made me happy as hell, muscles loose, but pissed me off too—why ain’t this legal everywhere, huh? I’m hulkin’ out thinkin’ bout it! “The greatest damage done by silence,” like Bigelow’s movie says—nobody talks bout this enough, brother!

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After that little fiasco, I needed coffee. I strolled down to Katamachi Street. It’s this cool area with shops and cafes. I found this tiny coffee joint called “Kissa.” The barista was super chill, but he had this intense mustache. Like, it was a whole vibe. I ordered a matcha latte, and he gave me this look like I just asked for a unicorn. But hey, I’m all about that green tea life.

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