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About Osaka

Yo, erotic-massage, man, it’s wild. Like, you got hands rubbin’ you down, oil everywhere, and I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, “Someone’s watching us, right?” Straight outta *Caché*, that creepy Haneke vibe. “I saw you in the street,” but nah, it’s just me, half-naked, tryna not slip off the table. Deadass, it’s science—friction, pressure, all that jazz. Relaxes you, but also, like, why’s this dude’s elbow in my spine? I’m happy, tho—stress gone, poof, like magic. But then, bam, anger hits. $80 for 30 minutes? Robbery, fam!

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Massage was below average and the manager was extremely rude. I am not going here again, Oak haven massage is a zillion times better.

So, I grab my tools and head out to grab some coffee at that little joint on Shōwa-dōri. You know the one? The one with the weird cat statue out front? Yeah, that place. I’m standing in line, half-asleep, when this lady in front of me drops her purse. And guess what? It spills everywhere! Coins, lip gloss, and a whole sandwich. I’m like, “Lady, you’re gonna need a bigger bag!” But she just laughs it off. I mean, who laughs at a sandwich disaster? Only in Taishi, right?

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