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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Bloody brilliant stuff. Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands workin’ magic like I dodge bullets. Saw this bird once—pro masseuse, swear she coulda been in “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford.” That flick’s my jam, slow burn, tension thick as a good rubdown. “You ever feel like a man can’t breathe?”—that’s me, mid-massage, stress meltin’ like a villain’s plan.

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The massage is really good. I've been checking online to see if anything is fishy with the place but so far everything seems legit.

Street names, you ask? Bro, there's Oak Lane, Redberry Road, and that funky little alley near Dove Park. I swear, one time, I was givin’ a massage to a super stressed fella when a stray cat walked right past the window on Redberry - purrfect timing, haha, lightbulb! And watch out, man, 'cause in Whitehouse, every corner got its own soul, kinda like in Far From Heaven, ya know? "We are all adrift" – it feel like every street whispers secrets, hmm.

MEMORANDUM FROM THE WHITE HOUSE PHYSICIAN