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About Fukuoka

It’s like *The Headless Woman*’s silence—massage don’t need words. Just rhythm, breath, maybe a smirk. You’re in control, but vulnerable too. That’s the kicker—givin’ in without losin’ grip. I’d say it’s like rulin’ a country, but that’s too much, even for me. Still, it’s intense, leaves ya wonderin’—like Vero, “What did I just hit?” That’s erotic-massage, man—hits hard, no trace.

Happy Endings Nara

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes again. It’s a text from my sister. She’s in Nara Park, sending me pics of the deer. I’m like, “Really? You’re sending me deer pics while I’m drowning in stocks?” But then I see the little guys, and I can’t help but smile. Those deer are living their best life, munching on snacks. I wish I could be a deer right now. No stress, just chilling under the cherry blossoms.

Demon-slaying Dojigiri, one of Japan’s Five Swords Under Heaven, now on display at Kasuga Shrine