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I got mad once, y’all—some fool charged $200 for a “spiritual” rub. Spiritual my big ol’ behind! Felt like I paid for a tickle and a prayer—Halleluyer! But when it’s good? Oh, sugar, I was happy as a pig in mud! This one time, chick used coconut oil—smelled like paradise, had me floatin’. Little known fact: them old-school masseuses? They’d chant while they worked—get them vibes right. Ain’t nobody chantin’ now, just gruntin’—ha!

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Finally, I find Kenji, and he’s got this huge grin. He’s like, “You won’t believe what I found!” He pulls out this crazy street food from a vendor on Sakae-dōri. It’s some kind of grilled meat on a stick. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a genius!” We chow down, and it’s so good, I almost cry.

Japan Times 1945: Tokyo hit by second major air raid