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Alright, listen up, ya raft-ridin’ goof! Sexual-massage, huh? I’m divin’ in, Judge Judy style—sharp and sassy! Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’, ‘cause I ain’t buyin’ cheap excuses! So, sexual-massage—it’s like Remy in *Ratatouille*, mixin’ flavors ya didn’t know could blend. Hands slidin’, oils drippin’, tension meltin’—ooh, gets me goin’ just thinkin’ bout it!

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Cozy and beautiful onsens, ryokans or small hotels with hot-spring baths, japanese gardens, open-air baths, traditional futon bedding and tatami mats. Hi! I am Benjamin. This is my list Missing: sexual massage.

So, I roll into Otaru, right? First thing I notice is the freakin’ canal. It’s like, “Hey, look at me, I’m all pretty and stuff!” The water’s glimmering, and I’m like, “Dude, chill.” I mean, I’m just here to do my job, not to admire the scenery. But, man, it’s hard not to. The old warehouses along the canal? Total vibe. I could almost hear them whispering stories from the past.

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