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Look, sexual-massage ain’t my thing. Too much moanin’, not enough meat. “I don’t want to be here,” like Bob mutterin’ through Tokyo nights. You wanna try it? Fine, waste your cash. Me? I’ll stick to solitude and a good steak. Hate this touchy crap—gimme a saw and some timber any day.

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Feels the size of a real grenade when you hold the grenade half in your hand. Very discreet, looks like a Hand Grenade Bomb. Grenade Black.

Start off on Rue du Souvenir. Dang, every corner of that street whispers life’s quirky tales. I do my counseling there, a wee office next to Café Lune. The aroma, the laughter – it’s healing, y’know? Then there's l'avenue Liberté, where local artists splatter brilliant graffiti like mad, the walls bursting with life. “An endless, cryptic parade…” echoes in my head sometimes.

Lenovo's grenade-styled external SSD looks certain to delay you at airport security