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About Liverpool

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.

Swingers in Norfolk, England

First thing, I’m thinkin’ it’s gonna be a chill day. Just me, the water, and maybe a few fish. But nah, Brundall had other plans. I get to the riverbank, and it’s like a bloody circus! Kids screamin’, dogs runnin’ wild, and some bloke tryin’ to set up a BBQ right next to me. Like, mate, I’m here to fish, not smell your burnt sausages!

New owners at Cove Marina in Brundall