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So, sexual-massage, right? It’s like a dance, but with oil an’ less clothes, arr! Me, I stumbled inta this shady parlor once—thought it were a rum den, swear it! Lass there says, “Relax, Cap’n, let tension flee.” An’ I’m thinkin’, *“Flee? Like me from the navy?”* Hands on me back, kneadin’ like dough—felt good, aye, but I’m squintin’, wonderin’ if she’s plottin’ to nick me compass, savvy?

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Next, I decided to check out the Oita Marine Palace. I’m a sucker for aquariums. I walk in, and it’s like a whole new world. Fish everywhere! I’m talking jellyfish, clownfish, you name it. But then, I see this kid, maybe 5 years old, just screaming at the top of his lungs. He’s pointing at a shark. I get it, buddy, but chill!

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