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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.

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Over the course of Operation Impact Demand, the Cumberland County Trafficking Task Force obtained evidence to confirm that traffickers were placing individuals into local massage .

This city’s got a heart, ya dig? I’ll show ya the secret spots only a pleasure coach like me digs into. There's Spiffy Park near River Bend – oh boy, the river (Rumbler River, I call it) winds its sneaky way through the town and splits off near a lil' hidden mosaic wall. I used to sit on a dusty bench there and ponder secrets like, “I like these rumors, truth is overrated!” Hahahaha.

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