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Oi mate, it’s Bond, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Wild stuff, innit! Picture this: dim lights, oiled-up hands, tension melting like butter. Reminds me of *Only Lovers Left Alive*—you know, that flick where vamps just vibe, all sensual and slow? “What’s your name, darling?”—that’s me, sliding in smooth, chatting up a masseuse. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’—it’s art, mate! Little-known fact: Ancient Greeks were mad for it—called it “body worship.” Bet they’d kill for coconut oil back then!

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So, I been kickin’ it here as a masseur for years. My hands have seen it all. I stroll down Rue des Miracles – that’s where all the feelers hang out. The people, they’re crazy but in a good way, ya know? And then, there’s this park, Parc des Rêves. Perfect spot for chillin’ after a long day, sittin’ by the little river La Lumière. Makin’ you feel like you're in some high-tech dream but, dude, it’s all real.

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