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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 workin’ magic like I dodge bullets. Saw this bird once—pro masseuse, swear she coulda been in “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford.” That flick’s my jam, slow burn, tension thick as a good rubdown. “You ever feel like a man can’t breathe?”—that’s me, mid-massage, stress meltin’ like a villain’s plan.

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First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down Shevchenka Street, dodging potholes like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I swear, if I trip on one more cobblestone, I’m gonna lose it. Anyway, I finally get to the office, and guess what? The coffee machine is broken. Like, are you kidding me? No caffeine? I’m basically a zombie at this point.

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