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Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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2. Kuwabara is one of the first photographers to visualize the expe- riences of Minamata victims. This point is, for example, discussed in.

But then, this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s telling me stories about Minamata’s past. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna relax!” But he’s passionate, and I can’t help but listen. It’s kinda cool, but also exhausting.

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