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Oh, and the oils—slippery as a poltergeist! Some chick told me they use ylang-ylang—aphrodisiac, she says. I’m like, “What’s that, ghost perfume?” Smelled amazin’, tho—got me floatin’. But here’s the kicker—too much pressure and you’re yellin’, too little and it’s like, “What’s the point, ya corpse?” Balance, man, it’s everythin’. Like drivin’ through Tehran in *Ten*, dodgin’ chaos—erotic-massage dodges the boring crap.

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We finally make it back to the town, soaked but alive. I’m drenched, hair’s a mess, but I’m laughing. “What a day, huh?” Everyone’s just staring at me like I’m nuts. But that’s Iizakamachi for ya! One minute you’re eating mochi, the next you’re dodging lightning.