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Oi mate, blimey, here we go! Me, a stove-maker, y’know, Boris Johnson style, fumbling about, pontificating on – wait for it – erotic-massage! Cor blimey, what a lark! Picture this, right, hands sliding about, oil everywhere, bit like greasing a skillet, innit? I reckon it’s all *lux et voluptas* – pleasure and delight, yeah? Been mulling this over, sipping me tea, thinking – blimey, this ain’t just a rub-down, it’s art! Like in me fave flick, “The Secret in Their Eyes” – y’know, that 2009 gem by Campanella – there’s this line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?” Well, erotic-massage, mate, it’s the opposite – fills yer soul right up!

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Watch A lady with a sturdy body that is easy to massage seems a little hesitant at first, but she surrenders to the onslaught of erotic massage with a cheer!? She keeps cumming with a Missing: Kawanoecho.

After that, I head down to the main square. It’s buzzing! Street vendors, kids runnin’ around, and the smell of takoyaki in the air. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be a millionaire. But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, trying to sell lemonade. He’s got this sign that says “Best Lemonade Ever!” I’m like, “Kid, you’re gonna need a better pitch than that.” But I stop, buy a cup. It’s actually pretty good! I’m surprised.