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So, I dig into it—turns out, erotic-massage ain’t just some sleazy backroom deal. It’s got history, baby! Ancient Greeks were all over this—called it “bodywork with benefits.” They’d slather on olive oil, get handsy, and boom, tension gone. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Holy Motors, this is wild!” Like that flick—y’know, my fave, *Holy Motors*—where Monsieur Oscar’s slidin’ through weird-ass lives, I’m seein’ erotic-massage as this freaky, artsy escape. “We’re not here to be loved,” that movie says—damn right, just here to feel somethin’!

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I’m running down the streets, dodging people. Okayama’s busy, man! I hit the Okayama Station, and it’s packed. I’m weaving through the crowd like I’m in some action movie. I finally get to the center, and my boss is like, “We need to talk about the budget.” I’m thinking, “Great, just what I wanted to do today.”

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