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Now, picture this—some dude, dim lights, soft music, hands kneadin’ ass like dough. Sounds dope, but I’m like, “How much?!” Prices wild—$50 to $500, dependin’ on the “extras,” ya feel me? Motherfucker, I’d haggle that shit down! Reminds me of Ellen Burstyn screamin’, “It’s a reason to get up!”—shit, erotic-massage givin’ folks purpose!

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So we hop in the car, and I’m trying to keep it cool. We’re cruising down Ueno-ebisumachi, and I’m pointing out the cool spots. “Look, Kenji! There’s the Ueno Park! You can see the cherry blossoms in spring!” But he’s too busy staring at his phone. I’m like, “Bro, eyes on the road!”