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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it lately, cos who doesn’t love a good rubdown with a naughty twist? Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than a villain’s grin, hands sliding like they’re huntin’ for secrets. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—that tension, y’know? Like when Aldo Raine says, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business,” but swap Nazis for stress, and I’m all in, baby!

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Then, I met up with some friends at a bar on ul. 3 Maja. We were just chilling, sharing stories, and then BAM! The power goes out. Total blackout. I’m sitting there in the dark, and all I can think is, “Great, now I’m stuck in a bar with no drinks.” But then, someone starts singing. Like, full-on karaoke style. It was hilarious! We all joined in, and it turned into this spontaneous concert. I mean, who knew we had such talent in Przasnysz?

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