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About Tokyo

Oh my stars, R2-D2, where are you? I’m freakin out here talkin bout sexual-massage! Like, ok, so I’m a stylist, right, and I’m obsessed with “Lost in Translation,” that dreamy Sofia Coppola flick from 2003. Bob and Charlotte, man, they’re stuck in this weird Tokyo vibe, and I’m thinkin—sexual-massage fits that mood, ya know? That slow, hazy tension, “I just feel so lost,” Bob says, and bam, I’m imaginin a massage that’s all sensual and steamy but kinda awkward too.

At The Close Of Ramadan, Reflecting On This Sojourn Of Restraint And Spiritual Self-Help

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri for my usual coffee fix. You know, the one that’s basically rocket fuel? I’m standin’ there, half-asleep, and this old dude starts talkin’ to me about the weather. Like, c’mon man, it’s Japan, it’s either rainin’ or it’s not. But he’s goin’ on about how the cherry blossoms are late this year. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, nature’s got its own schedule.”

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