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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond. Suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Bloody brilliant stuff. Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands sliding like they’re dodging bullets. Reminds me of *The Assassination of Jesse James*—y’know, my fave flick. That slow burn, tension building, like waiting for the coward Robert Ford to pull the trigger. “Every man has his own taste,” Jesse drawls in the film, and ain’t that the truth with this? Some like it rough, some soft—me, I’m all about that smooth finesse.

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Anyway, I get to my spot near the Teiului River. It’s peaceful there, ya know? Birds chirpin’, water flowin’. But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I jump like I’ve seen a ghost! Turns out, it’s just some kids messin’ around with a bike. Phew! But man, my heart was racin’.

Romanian state acquires over 4,000 hectares of forest in Neamț county