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Little fact—ancient Rome, they had it. Senators, oiled up, gettin’ rubbed down. Slaves workin’ those knots—power trip, right? Makes me smirk. Modern day, tho, it’s all “wellness.” Bullshit. It’s primal, Clarice… primal. Skin on skin, tension meltin’. I got one once—therapist’s hands, strong, too strong. Pissed me off—thought she’d snap me! Then… bliss. Fuckin’ surprised me, that switch. Happy as a pig in shit.

DEEP TISSUE

We can understand Mishima's inclination for theater and poetry. She asks her grand-son to massage her, acting as an incestual grand- mother.

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s got this huge smile, and she’s like, “You’re doing a great job, young man!” I’m thinkin’, “Wow, thanks!” But then she hands me a piece of mochi. Like, what? I’m not sure if I should eat it or not. But hey, free food! I pop it in my mouth, and it’s the best mochi I’ve ever had. Sweet, chewy, and just the right amount of sticky. I’m feelin’ on top of the world again!

President MISHIMA visited the U.S. and made courtesy calls to the Directors of NCI and NIAID, and the Ambassador of Japan to the U.S. | Japan Agency for Medical Research and Development