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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands sliding like they’re on a mission. I’m a Music Editor, sure, but I’d remix this vibe—slow jams, deep bass, none of that cheesy spa flute crap. Makes me think of *Far From Heaven*—you know, my fave flick, Todd Haynes, 2002. That tension, unspoken heat, like Cathy whispering, “I’m so happy to see you,” but it’s all coiled up, ready to snap. Sexual-massage is that—tease and release, mate.

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Finally, I decide to head back to the harbor. I’m walking along the streets, and I can’t help but feel a bit nostalgic. Montichiari has this charm, you know? The cobblestone streets, the old buildings, it’s like stepping back in time. But then, I hear this loud noise. A parade? Nope, just a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the street. I’m dodging them like I’m in a video game.

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