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What gets me fired up is the fakes—catfishers, man, they’re the worst! Pretendin’ they’re hot stuff, then you meet ‘em and it’s like, “Who ordered this?!” Makes me madder’n a wet hen. But when it works? Oh, it’s gold. Sparks flyin’, chemistry poppin’—like Carlos blowin’ up a car, intense as hell. I’ve had nights where I’m thinkin’, “This is it, I’m in a damn movie!” Then there’s the flops—awkward silences, bad breath, ugh. One gal told me mid-date she collects toenail clippings. Toenails! I’m out, y’all.

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And even though the Takehara kids weren't taught about sex, their bodies still had an inclination to desire sex with others, and for most of.

Finally, I duck into this little café on Kōen-dōri. It’s cozy, smells like coffee and pastries. I order a matcha latte, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting, and I find out he’s a fellow Makhaut! What are the odds? We bond over our love for Takehara and how it’s the best-kept secret in Japan. Seriously, if you haven’t been, you’re missing out.

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