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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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While I’m waitin’, I decide to take a stroll down Main Street. Ballymoney’s got this charm, ya know? The old buildings, the wee shops, and the people. I bump into me mate, Dave, who’s a butcher. He’s got this massive grin, and I’m like, “What’s up, mate?” He says he just sold a whole load of sausages to some fancy restaurant in Portrush. I’m like, “Good for you, mate! I’ll take a dozen!”

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