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So, erotic-massage—where do I start? It’s all ‘bout them hands, slidin’, kneadin’, makin’ ya feel like a king—or a fool, dependin’. I reckon it’s ancient, yeah? Them Greeks and Romans were mad for it—called it “anatripsis,” rubbin’ up for health or whatever. Bet they didn’t admit it was for a cheeky thrill too. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ of some toga bloke actin’ all noble while gettin’ a sneaky groin graze. Little known fact: in Japan, they got this “nuru” style—slimy seaweed gel, bodies slippin’ like eels. Sounds bonkers, right? Tried picturin’ it once—nearly choked laughin’.

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The mom’s freakin’ out, and I’m like, “Chill, we’ll figure it out.” I’m tryin’ to help, but I’m also thinkin’, “Why am I the one doin’ this?” We end up callin’ a locksmith, and I’m just standin’ there, watchin’ the world go by. Handa’s got this charm, man. The cherry blossoms are bloom’n, and the smell of takoyaki is in the air.

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