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But real talk, erotic-massage got layers. It’s not just horny dudes in trench coats—tho, yeah, plenty of those. It’s ‘bout tension, release, all that jazz. Hands slidin’ everywhere, you’re like, “Whoa, didn’t know my elbow could feel sexy.” Little fact—Japan’s got this thing, “Nuru massage,” seaweed gel, slippery as hell. Sounds like a sushi accident, but people swear by it. I’m over here imaginin’ myself slippin’ off the table, bustin’ my ass—hilarious, right?

Monday-Friday

I'm looking for a sensual massage service in or near Fussa that allows foreigners. Anyone had any luck this way? I used to go to a place in.

I end up buyin’ this tiny ceramic pig. It’s adorable! I name it “Porky.” I’m feelin’ good, right? But then I step outside, and it starts rainin’. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a drowned rat, and I’m like, “Fussa, you’re killin’ me!”

Fussa no Birugoya