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Hmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Tricky, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… swipin’ left on losers gets old fast. Like, real fast. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, y’know? Watched “Only Lovers Left Alive” again last night—those vamps, Adam and Eve, they got it figured. Centuries of bangin’, no apps needed. “Tainted love, it spreads,” Eve says, and damn, she’s right. Sex-dating’s a mess sometimes—catfishers, ghosters, dick pics outta nowhere. Pisses me off, man! Had this one dude, profile said “6’2, poet,” turns out 5’8 and a creep. Fear of that shit makes ya ragey.

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Sexual massage, Masturbate, Striptease, Dirtytalk, Striptease.

Then, I decided to check out the Shingu Fish Market. OMG, the chaos! Fish everywhere! I’m dodging people like I’m in a video game. And then, I see this giant tuna. Like, it was the size of a small car! I’m thinkin’, “How do they even catch that?” I mean, do they have a tuna-catching team?

Wander Through West Japan on the West Express Ginga