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*breathes slow* I am your father. Favorite part? When they whisper, “Relax, big guy.” Sarcasm in my skull: “Yeah, ‘cause Vader’s so chill.” It’s intimate, risky— like facin your own darkness. Movie’s line hits: “I’m a winner now.” That’s me, post-massage—rulin the galaxy, back unknotted. Try it, kid. Let the hands take ya. Dark side approves.

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All the treatments are done in private clean rooms, and they accept both women and men. When you call, tell them Akiko and Patrick sent you.

I grab some street food—yaki tori, yes please!—and sit by the river. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I’m munching away, feeling grateful. But then, I see a couple of pigeons fighting over a piece of my chicken. I’m like, “Hey! That’s mine!” But they don’t care. They’re in their own world.

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