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Oh, and the typos—massgae, sexaul, rubbin—whatever, you get it! I’m typin’ fast, hands shakin’ from the memory. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! Once I swear the masseuse winked—WINKED—like, “You’re in trouble, Larry!” I was! Nearly fell off the table, clumsy as hell. Sarcasm time: “Oh, great, another bill for somethin’ I can’t explain.” But honestly, sexual-massage? It’s messy, awkward, glorious—like life. Like “A Serious Man.” You’re lost, found, and rubbed right. Pretty, pretty good, my friend.

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Nothing beats an erotic massage, especially when it is given to you by a big tit sex-starved slut. Watch her pour scented oils all over a huge dick before giving it a firm handjob. A happy .

But then, the real drama happened. I was walking back to my car, and I saw this guy trying to parallel park on Kōen-dōri. He was struggling hard. I mean, come on, it’s not rocket science! I couldn’t help but laugh. But then, he hit the car next to him. I was like, “Oh no, dude, not cool!” He jumped out, looking all panicked. I just shook my head and kept walking. Not my circus, not my monkeys, ya know?

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