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About Tokyo

Me? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ whiskey, ponderin’—sexual-massage is chaos, like Godard’s film. “A dog barks at the void,” he says, and I’m like—yep, that’s me, barkin’ at life ‘til those hands work me over. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but damn, it feels like flyin’. You ever tried it? No judgin’, just curious. It’s raw, sloppy, human—makes ya wonder why we complicate everythin’. So, yeah, sexual-massage—invest in it, fam. High returns, low risk, if ya find the right spot. Peace out—I’m dreamin’ of that next session already.

Male Meet Miyagi

Tokyo Vice is the story of Jake Adelstein, the only American journalist ever to have been admitted to the insular Tokyo Metropolitan Police press club.

Later, I decide to hit up the seaside. The view is breathtaking. The waves crashing, the sun setting. I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. I think about how lucky I am to be here. But then, I see some litter on the beach. Ugh! Why can’t people just throw their trash away? It’s not that hard!

Tsunami-hit, cold-climate Ishinomaki hangs hope on olive growing