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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, oiled-up hands, tension melting like ice in my martini. Saw it in “Shame”—that flick’s my jam, all raw and messy. Brandon, the guy, he’s drowning in sex, right? “You’re a weight on my shoulders,” he tells his sis, Sissy. That’s how sexual-massage hits sometimes—heavy, but oh-so-good.

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I been livin’ here for years, and lemme tell ya, Brookville ain't all cutesy picnics. Sometimes it drives me nuts, ya know? The traffic on Washington Blvd is straight-up bonkers in rush hour. And check, sometimes I walk by Liberty Park—man, that park’s legit, but sometimes the way the pigeons flock makes me wanna scream "Toni, wake up, this ain't a beauty pageant!" reminds me a bit of that movie, Toni Erdmann.

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