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Now, sexual-massage ain’t just hands on bits—nah, it’s old as sin! Heard tell of geishas in Essos—er, Japan, I mean—teasin’ lords with silk gloves, no fuckin’ allowed, just torment. Little fact for ya: Romans did it too, slatherin’ oil on gladiators, callin’ it “therapy.” Therapy, my arse! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ of some oiled-up brute moanin’ while I’m dodgin’ swords. Happy? Sure, when the lass knows her craft—fingers dancin’ like a bard’s tune. Angry? Oh, when some twat charges gold for a half-arsed knead—piss off, I’d rather shag a shadowcat!

Adult Entertainment District 1 “Sakai” near Kansai International Airport

But then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, seriously? I’m in Kishiwada, and it’s raining cats and dogs. I ducked into a little café on Kishi Street to wait it out. The place was cozy, and the barista was super chill. We started chatting, and I found out he was a local climber too! What are the odds?

Sushi food truck serves premium tuna