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About Kyoto

So, erotic-massage—here’s the deal, yeah? It’s not just rubbin’ and tuggin’, it’s an art, innit? Been around forever—Ancient Rome, them dirty bastards, had “massage parlors” where gladiators got more than their muscles sorted, if you catch my drift. Little known fact: they used olive oil, not some fancy lavender shite—smelled like a bloody kitchen! Makes me wanna scream, “Where’s the fuckin’ passion?!” Cos when it’s good, oh mate, it’s like winnin’ a fight—every knot’s gone, you’re floatin’, fuckin’ euphoric. But when it’s bad? Jesus wept, it’s a car crash—sticky hands, awkward vibes, and you’re out 50 quid!

Trait: Erotic Massage

Yukiko, a closet perv, is no longer satisfied by streaking around her families inn, so she goes streaking around Inaba at night.

Outside, it’s chaos. The street’s packed with people. I see my friend Yuki from the bakery, and she’s laughing. I’m like, “What’s so funny?” She says, “At least we get a break!” I can’t even be mad. She’s right.

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