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But the good bits? Oh, mate, it’s lush—hands dancin’ like Moneypenny flirtin’ at MI6. Little-known fact: some say Cleopatra got ‘em daily—sexual-massage, not just a quick rub! Imagine that, eh? Queen of the Nile, oiled up, livin’ large. Makes me chuckle—bet she’d say, “Shaken, not stirred,” too, winkin’ at her bloke. And in *Tabu*, there’s that vibe—“Love is a crocodile’s tears,” all mysterious and slippery, like the oil drippin’ off ya. Gets me thinkin’, is this massage or a bleedin’ seduction? Bit of both, I reckon—cheeky sod!

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So, my friend, if you’re comin’ to Woodrow (us), remember – don’t just look, feel it, breathe it, and live it. All day, every day, every single minute. Like Amélie says, "It’s a life full of magic!" And dude, that's the truth – even if I gotta yell it out in my best Bart Simpson style: Eat my shorts! Catch ya soon in ol' Woodrow!

Obituary for Barbara (Sellers) Woodrow