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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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I finally get to the agronomy lab on J. Basanavičiaus Street. I’m all set to check out some new soil samples. But guess what? The lab’s closed! Like, who closes a lab in the middle of the week? I’m standing there, looking like a lost puppy. I mean, c’mon, people! I’ve got crops to save!

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