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So, I’m sippin’ wine, thinkin’—what’s the deal with this rub-down nonsense? It’s not just hands on yer back, nah, it’s a sneaky little dance. Starts innocent, then bam—“You’re not who you said you were!”—like Viggo Mortensen’s line in the movie. I reckon it’s half-relaxation, half-sin. Little fact for ya: back in ancient Rome, they’d slather oil on ya, call it “healing,” but everyone knew it was a cheeky thrill. Bet they winked while doin’ it.

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Relax and unwind at one of Toyama's top well being spots, from hot spring onsen waters, therapeutic massage or beauty treatments, to spiritual Zen escapes.

Finally, I find a bench. I whip out my laptop, and just as I’m about to dive into work, it starts raining. Of course! I’m like, “Really, Toyama? You too?” I scramble to pack up, and my laptop almost takes a dive. Heart racing, I’m like, “Not today, Satan!”

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