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I reckon it’s like Monty facin’ his last night—ya want it slow, meanin’ful. “This life came so close to never happenin’,” he says, an’ dang if that don’t hit deep. Erotic-massage is like that—teasin’ ya, makin’ ya feel alive ‘fore the end. I’d say it’s half heaven, half pure mischief. Prolly why I love it—an’ hate how I ain’t graceful enough to give one! I’d spill oil everywhere, laughin’ my big hair off.

Midori, a Caged Fallen Angel

Reporter Nukada's next big assignment is the secret world of Japanese phone sex clubs. He gets in touch with Midori, a part-time employee at the Banana Club. Source: IMDb Edit Translation.

First off, I’m an agronomist, right? So I’m all about plants and crops. But today? Ugh. I had to run to the city center. I mean, Midori’s got some cool spots, but the hustle? Not my vibe. I was cruising down Kōen-dōri, and it was packed! Like, where did all these people come from?

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