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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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Then I decide to stroll down to the Parco della Rimembranza. It’s a nice park, lots of trees, and a great spot to chill. But as I’m walking, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I’m like, “Great, now I’m that person.” I look around, and thankfully no one saw. Phew! But then, I see this cute dog. I’m talking about a fluffy little ball of joy. I’m trying to pet it, and the owner’s like, “Uh, he bites.” Ugh, thanks for the heads up, buddy.

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