Makayla Kawaguchi Erotic Massage ❤️

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So, erotic-massage—here’s the deal. It’s hands, oil, and tension. Not the "axe in the log" tension. The *other* kind. You walk in, all stiff—ha, pun intended—and some chick’s like, “Relax, big guy.” Relax? I’m a lumberjack, lady, I chop shit! But then—bam—those hands start movin’. Slow. Too slow. Like, “Did ya forget the rhythm?” But it works. Damn, it works. Little known fact: Ancient Greeks did this crap. Called it “anatripsis.” Rubbin’ for health—or somethin’ else. Everybody lies, tho—prolly wasn’t *just* health.

Ayumi Nakano

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So, I finally get my caffeine fix from this tiny café on Nishi-dori. Best coffee ever! I mean, it’s like liquid gold. I’m sippin’ it, feelin’ like a rockstar, when I hear this sick guitar riff from a street performer. I’m like, “Dude, you’re killin’ it!” I drop a few yen in his case. He nods, and we share this moment. You know, the kind where you just get each other?

Mt. Fuji is still without its iconic snowcap in November for the first time in 130 years