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About Kawasaki

I tried it once—D’oh!—total disaster! Lady’s like, “Relax, Homer,” but I’m gigglin’ like a kid with a donut stash. Couldn’t stop thinkin’ bout Marge catchin’ me—oh, man, she’d be so pissed! “Homer, you idiot!” she’d yell. But, ya know, it was kinda… nice? Warm oils, soft music—felt like a king for, like, five minutes. Then I farted. Ruined it. Hilarious, tho!

The story of the

As a sensual masseur I am familiar with sensing what you like and want by reading your reactions during the massage and adjusting my approach as we go. A relaxing massage incorporating .

First off, I hit up the Minamata Bay. It’s beautiful, right? But then I see this sign about mercury pollution. Like, seriously? I’m tryna enjoy the view, and here’s this heavy reminder of the past. Ugh! It’s like a punch in the gut. I mean, c’mon, can’t we just chill by the water without the dark history looming over us?

Minamata • W. Eugene Smith