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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond. Suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Bloody brilliant stuff. Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands sliding like they’re dodging bullets. Reminds me of *The Assassination of Jesse James*—y’know, my fave flick. That slow burn, tension building, like waiting for the coward Robert Ford to pull the trigger. “Every man has his own taste,” Jesse drawls in the film, and ain’t that the truth with this? Some like it rough, some soft—me, I’m all about that smooth finesse.

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Durng my work, I pick up crazy vibes – like the energy of Calle do Sol, right near the massage parlour. Folks come in all kinds – stressed, mad, happy – and ya feel their burdens lift a bit. I swear, every muscle's got a story. Some days, I'm like "Eee, where's that star?" co-mixin' my thoughts with a bit of Ozzy ramble, and then BOOM, a client with deep troubles. Hah, life's absurd, man!

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