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Alright, so here’s the deal—erotic massage, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about it, and it’s like, what’s the big fuss? You got some gal—or guy, whatever, I ain’t judgin’—runnin’ their hands all over ya, oiled up like a freakin’ slip-n-slide, and it’s supposed to be *relaxing*? Gimme a break! I’d be sittin’ there, all tense, goin’, “Are ya gonna touch somethin’ weird? Where’s this goin’?” Total neurotic meltdown, ya know? Like Doc Sportello in *Inherent Vice*—he’d be all, “Sausalito, man, groovy vibes,” while I’m over here screamin’, “This ain’t groovy, this is a lawsuit waitin’ to happen!”

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Finally, I get to the prison, and it’s already chaos. I walk in, and the guards are all lookin’ at me like I’m the Grim Reaper. Turns out, one of the inmates tried to escape. Can you believe that? In Katori-shi, of all places! I mean, we’re not exactly known for our prison breaks.

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