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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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I remember one time, workin’ from my cramped studio in the tiny quartier of La Borde. So many odd smells, raucous street jazz near Rue d’Austerlitz. Felt like life itself was improvisin'. Numerous moments of "Oh my gosh!" and "dang, it’s beautiful." And yeah, sometimes I get lost in thought, like in that Malick movie, just hearing the universe’s hum.

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