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Alright, so here’s the deal—sexual-massage, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, what’s the big fuss? It’s like, you’re gettin’ rubbed down, but oh no, it’s gotta be *sexy* too! Pretty, pretty good, right? I mean, I’m no expert, but I’ve heard stuff—y’know, whispers from weirdos at the deli. Sexual-massage ain’t just some backrub from your cousin. Nah, it’s got *intent*, it’s got *vibes*. Like in “Uncle Boonmee”—“The past is a distant echo,” but here, it’s echoin’ somethin’ steamy!

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So, I finally got rid of Mochi and started working. The wheel was spinning, and I was in the zone. You know that feeling when everything just clicks? Yeah, that was me. I was shaping these plates, feeling like a pottery god. But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzed. It was my buddy Kenji. He’s always got some wild idea. This time, he wanted to hit up the Funagata Matsuri later. I was like, “Dude, I’m busy!” But he kept pushing.

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