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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout sexual-massage! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout them hands rubbin’ down low, and I’m like, “Well, glory be!” Sexual-massage ain’t just no regular rubdown, naw! It’s that spicy, sneaky lil’ thang folks whisper ‘bout. I seen it in my head, like in “Moolaadé”—y’all know that’s my movie, Ousmane Sembène spillin’ truth! Them women in the village, standin’ strong, sayin’, “No more cuttin’, we protectin’ our own!” That’s power, honey! And sexual-massage? It’s power too—givin’ pleasure, takin’ control, makin’ you holler, “Halleluyer, I’m free!”

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So I’m standing there, fuming, when I spot this cute little café on the corner of Kameyama-dori and Kameyama-cho. I thought, “Why not?” I needed a pick-me-up. I ordered a matcha latte (ugh, again) and sat outside. The vibe was nice, but then this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my snack! I’m like, “Bro, back off!”

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