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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, fam! Erotic-massage, man, it’s wild! Been thinkin bout it lately—economics angle, ya know? Supply, demand, all that jazz. People pay big creds for a rubdown that’s more than just muscles. Rarrgh! Gets me hyped—capitalism at its slipperiest! Like in “25th Hour,” Monty’s all, “This life came so close to never happening.” Same vibe—erotic-massage ain’t your average gig. Underground hustle, right? Little-known fact: ancient Rome had these “lupanar” joints—brothels with massage sideline. History’s kinky, yo!

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The brothel architecture from over years ago makes the building resemble a movie set. Not only its exterior but the interior and furnishings are also.

On my way back, I bumped into an old friend from high school. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We started reminiscing about the good ol’ days, like that time we got lost in the Hachinohe Park. We laughed so hard, I almost cried. It was one of those moments that just hits you, ya know?

No-Face has apparently moved to Aomori and taken up playing tsugaru-jamisen on the street