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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m Dr. House, guitar-shredding genius, and yeah, I’m diving into this erotic-massage crap. Everybody lies, right? They say it’s “relaxing,” but nah, it’s a sweaty, slippery mess half the time. Watched *Blue Is the Warmest Color* again last night—Adèle’s all like, “I’m hungry for touch,” and hell, ain’t that the truth with this massage gig? Hands sliding everywhere, oil dripping like a bad lube job. Makes me wanna strum a riff just to shake off the tension.

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Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Kenji manages to snag the iguana. He’s all proud, like he just won the Olympics or something. I’m cracking up, but then I hear sirens. “What now?” I think. Turns out, a street performer on Kōen-dōri set off a firework by accident. Like, who thought that was a good idea?

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