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About Nagoya

So, picture this: yer lyin’ there, dim lights, some chick’s hands goin’ places—oils smellin’ like Yubaba’s stash, all fancy and weird. “This is my house!” I’d shout in my head, feelin’ like a king, but then—bam!—it’s awkward ‘cause I farted mid-massage once. True story, swear! Ruined the mood, stunk worse than Stink Spirit rollin’ in. Laughed my ass off, tho—prolly scared the masseuse half to death!

Different types of sexual massage

Then, I head over to Motomachi Park. It’s my go-to spot. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom. I mean, it’s like a postcard, right? But then, I see this kid climbin’ a tree. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna fall!” But he’s all like, “I’m fine!” Kids, man. They think they’re invincible.

Touring Toyota’s marvellous Motomachi and Lexus LC production