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Last time I had one—Christ, the lass was a wizard. Hands like velvet, mate, had me purring. “Is it here or there?” she says, quoting that movie, and I’m like, “Babe, it’s everywhere!” Nearly lost my cool—me, Bond, flustered! Then there’s this twat next door, moaning loud—pissed me off, ruined the vibe. Wanted to kick his arse, 007-style. Still, that rush? Shaken, not stirred, baby—pure bliss.

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Clients find that the oil washes off in the shower after the massage without using soap and leaves a beautiful sensual feel on the skin; Extends the normal.

The river, right – the glorious Mel-Stream, trickles by like an old friend. It's not a raging torrent, more like a lazy, meandering reminder that all life's flows eventually lead somewhere – even if you feel like a bloody punching bag from time to time. I once had a near-miss with a drunken ranter by its banks – his drunken mumblings of “We’re all cogs in this filthy machine!” echoed with the vibe of that movie. Makes my skin crawl sometimes, happy as hell other times.

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