The divine wind.
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I've spent the week walking and riding around without giving my body much time to recover. I've been trying to look up some legit massage places, and I decided to go with traditional Thai massage.
I know how that sounds, but they're supposed to be like lazy yoga sessions with lots of stretching. I figured with the training involved and such that the place would be legit. It was for the hour massage that I requested. Walking 100 km over the past week has done a number, and I think this will help recover.
Toward the end she started pulling on my dick and signaling 3000 extra yen. I've always turned down these extra services, but things get very tense after that, and if they were good at the massage, it turns to shit after declining the upsell.
I said yes this time, so I got my first paid hand job today. It was nice for the first minute, but I was pretty bored with it after about five minutes. At that point, I thought, fuck it, and directed her hand to firmly grip as much of my sack as possible and the I finished the job myself.
This sucks because now I have to find a different place.
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I wonder if I can part time as a gigolo. Maybe I could find a sugar mama, quit my actual work and explore Japan full time. Problem is that I actually like my job, and going a long period without mental stimulation just wouldn't work.
Those musings mean that it was a serious thought.
Well, now that I've broken bad, I'm going to look into something more satisfying. The massage may have been great, but I wasted $30 on an unsatisfying and unexpected handy. I just can't let that be my only hop in the fray, especially when there seem to be so many attractive escorts ready to bathe me, piss on me, and bathe me again.
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Has anyone else undertaken the task of studying multiple languages over their lifetime?
I was having a difficult time remembering the days of the week in Japanese until I took a systematic approach behind their meanings. I finally conquered it, and then I forgot how to say most of them in Serbian. This is strange to me because I used to be able to say them with a natural sort of feeling, whereas I struggle to recall them in Spanish and German and my ability to recall them hasn't really changed.
What's going on here?
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Pardon. In better keeping with the spirit of the internet I shall now post a bunch of words while doing my best to avoid answering your question.
I can speak French because I'm Canadian though it would probably make more sense if I was French.
I can speak a mean Latin because I'm pretty sure that at some point someone is going to invent time travel and I needed to make a case for being a candidate.
I can say "Get the fuck out of my fucking way, you fucking asshat" in Italian because I used to race bicycles and sadly, you can't always count on a thrown water bottle hitting someone in the head.
Shay says the Pig Latin also counts as a foreign language, so Pig Latin.
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