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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it as a Consumption Psychologist—fancy title, innit? It’s all bout how folks crave that touch, that slippery, steamy release. Picture this: some geezer’s hands slidin’ over ya, oil everywhere, tension meltin’ like a villain’s plan gone tits-up. Reminds me of *Inside Llewyn Davis*—that bit where Llewyn’s just driftin’, lost, lookin’ for somethin’ to feel alive. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he sings, but swap hangin’ for a good rubdown, and I’m sold!

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The massage parlor’s in a sketchy building, true, but it’s in the heart of the neighborhood near Kalevankuja. Folks wander past so often, and you never know who’s got a secret or two. I’ve seen plenty of quirky characters here. Thought I saw a bloke channeling Dory – “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming!” – as he shuffled off after a proper session. Couldn’t tell if he was amused or just plain loopy.

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