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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? It’s a bloody wild ride, innit? Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands sliding everywhere—proper cheeky stuff. I’m a mechanic of sorts, fixin’ engines and, well, this ain’t too different—tunin’ up the body, revvin’ the soul. Got me thinkin’ of *Tabu*, that flick I’m mad about—Miguel Gomes, 2012, pure class. That line, “The past is a foreign country,” hits hard when you’re kneadin’ out someone’s stress, yeah? Like, who knew a rubdown could dig up old ghosts?

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Then, I stop at this café on Via dei Fori Imperiali. I order a cappuccino, and the barista—this dude with a mustache that could rival a walrus—totally messes it up. I mean, how do you mess up a cappuccino? I’m like, “Bro, I asked for foam, not a milk tsunami!” He just shrugs. Ugh, whatever. I down it anyway. Caffeine is life.

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