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I dig it, tho—makes me happy as hell! Like, who doesn’t wanna be rubbed down ‘til they’re mush? Little known fact: back in the ‘70s, these “massage parlors” were poppin’ up everywhere—half legit, half fronts for somethin’ naughtier. Shocked me silly when I read that—history’s wild, dude! Imagine some hippy chick in bell-bottoms, oilin’ ya up, whisperin’, “Relax, man, feel the cosmic flow.” Straight outta Anderson’s flick—“The past is just a groove, baby.”

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My Wife is Fucked Next to Me in the Massage Parlor I Can Hear the Noises and Her Sexual Moans But the Curtain Doesn't Let Me See.

Yo, lemme tell ya about my day in Kadogawa. Man, it was a rollercoaster! I woke up, and the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I’m talkin’ about that hot, sticky summer vibe. Ugh.

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