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About Tokyo

Here’s the juice—sexual-massage ain’t just foreplay, fam. It’s therapy, it’s art, it’s—hah!—a game. You’re lyin’ there, vulnerable, they’re in charge, and I’m over here cacklin’—who’s really pullin’ strings? “All those moments will be lost,” Fincher’s film whispers, but nah—not this. You’ll remember that shiver down yer spine forever. Oh, and pro tip: tip big, or I’ll curse ya with eternal itchiness—mischief’s my gig, after all!

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Shoot I almost forgot Itami's mother killed his dad, was that ever mentioned again in the manga? (past where the anime leaves off?) Upvote.

Then I decided to stroll down Kōen-dōri. It’s this cute lil’ street with shops and cafes. I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own biz, when I spot this tiny ramen joint. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I’m starving!” So I pop in, and the smell hits me like a freight train. I order some tonkotsu, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talkin’ next-level good.

Inari Festival at Itami Works