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Here’s a wierd one—heard some masseuses use hot stones, freaky-deaky stuff! Surprised me, like, “What’s this, Gotham’s new torture?” But nah, it’s chill, heats ya up nice. I’d totally overdo it tho—picturin’ me screamin’, “I’m the massage kingpin now!” Ha! Sexual-massage ain’t just horny nonsense, it’s old-school, legit—Egyptians did it too, rubbin’ down pharaohs all sexy-like. Who knew, right?

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After that, I stroll down to the Ozora Art Museum. It’s a small gem, but man, the exhibits are wild. There’s this one piece that’s just a giant banana. Like, what? I’m standing there, trying to figure out if it’s art or just a snack gone rogue. I overhear some hipster saying, “It’s a commentary on consumerism.” I roll my eyes. Dude, it’s a banana. Chill.

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