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Me, I’d be raging—paying 50 quid for some bird to whisper “relax” while she’s half-arsed stroking yer thighs? Sod off! Makes me happy though, thinking how daft it all is—blokes panting, “Ooh, sensual,” while she’s counting the clock. Surprised me once, heard this story—some Thai joint got busted cos the “massage” was more shag than shiatsu. Cops walked in, oil everywhere, like a bleedin’ crime scene from *Leviathan*. “Who’s to blame?” they’d say in the film—well, the randy twat who booked it, obviously!

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There are only a few options for sex in Kawasaki. You can visit a soapland for a massage with sex, the price starts at yen for 70 minutes.

But then, reality hit. I had to get back to the office. I’m racing down the streets, and I swear, I almost tripped over a stray cat. Like, why are there so many cats in Kawasaki? They’re everywhere! I love them, but c’mon!

This Kawasaki Motorcycle Now Comes With Built-In Dash Cams, At Least In Japan