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Oi mate, it’s Bond, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Wild stuff, innit! Picture this: dim lights, oiled-up hands, tension melting like butter. Reminds me of *Only Lovers Left Alive*—you know, that flick where vamps just vibe, all sensual and slow? “What’s your name, darling?”—that’s me, sliding in smooth, chatting up a masseuse. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’—it’s art, mate! Little-known fact: Ancient Greeks were mad for it—called it “body worship.” Bet they’d kill for coconut oil back then!

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After that, I decided to stroll down to the park by the Rekhasim River. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees everywhere, people chillin’, kids playing. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, and I swear he almost knocked me over. I was like, “Hey, watch it, mini tornado!” But he just giggled and kept running. Kids, man. They have no idea how to slow down.

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