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Picture this, right? Dim lights, soft tunes. Oil’s warm, smells like jungle. She’s workin’ my back, tension’s melting. Like Boonmee’s ghost wife—floatin’, touchin’ ya. “I exist in many forms,” she’d whisper. Erotic-massage does that—shifts ya. One sec, you’re stiff—next, you’re jelly. Ever tried it, mate? Surprised me first time. Thought it’d be all sleaze—nope! Proper art, some of it. Thai style’s the best—slow, deep, sensual. None of that rushed crap.

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First off, I head down to Kazo’s main street, Kazo Dori. It’s buzzing, as usual. People everywhere, like ants on a sugar rush. I’m just trying to get to my pottery studio, but nope! There’s this street vendor selling the most insane takoyaki. I mean, who can resist that? Not me! So, I grab a few, and they’re hot, gooey, and just perfect. I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when suddenly, I spill some sauce on my apron. Ugh! My favorite apron!

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