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About Saitama

So, erotic-massage—shit’s ancient, yo. Goes back to them freaky-ass Romans. They’d rub oil on each other, get all slick ‘n’ nasty. Little known fact: they called it “unctio,” some fancy Latin crap. Me? I’d call it greasy fuckin’ foreplay, hah! Imagine some toga-wearin’ dude, hands slidin’ everywhere—fuckin’ wild. Gets me hyped just thinkin’ ‘bout it! But yo, it ain’t just horny history—there’s technique, motherfucker. Them masseuses? They know spots you didn’t even know you had. Like, bam—nerve endings lightin’ up, body screamin’, “What the fuck?!”

Points to note

So, I wake up early, like, way too early. The sun was barely peeking over the mountains. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” I grab my gear, head out, and boom! I’m hit by this wave of excitement. Kutchan is beautiful, man! The mountains, the fresh air, the whole vibe. But then, I hit the streets.

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