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Hey, pal, so sexual-massage, huh? I’m like, strumming my air guitar, thinkin’—this shit’s wild! Picture this: me, Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” watchin’ some oiled-up scene unfold. It’s all sensual vibes, right? Hands slidin’, bodies hummin’ like a riff from “Only Lovers Left Alive.” That movie—damn, it’s my jam! Adam and Eve, those sexy vamps, would totally dig this. “What is this music?” Adam’d say, all moody, while Eve’s smirkin’, “It’s alive, like us.” Sexual-massage is that kinda alive, ya know?

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Finally, I end up at the Saijo Castle ruins. It’s not much left, but the view is killer. I’m sitting there, just soaking it all in. The sun is setting, and everything is golden. I’m feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s the meaning of life?” But then I remember I left my sake back at the café. Priorities, right?

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