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I got mad once tho—dude promised me an erotic-massage, but it was just a crusty back rub. I was like, “Boy, bye!” Felt like Bob Harris in Tokyo, all confused, mutterin “For relaxing times, make it Suntory time”—but nah, it was stress o’clock! Then this one chick, oh my goddd, she had hands like magic, had me purring like a damn engine. I was shook—happy as hell, like “Why don’t we do this every night?” Straight outta the movie, fam!

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So, I head to his gallery on Koshinbō Street. It’s this cool, artsy space. His work? Mind-blowing. I’m standing there, staring at this piece that looks like a wave crashing. I’m thinking, “How do people even create this?” I’m feeling inspired, like I wanna create something epic.

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