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About Cologne

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a sign language interpreter now, yeah? Hands flyin’, tellin’ stories without a peep. Let’s chat erotic-massage, ‘cos why not? It’s bloody sensual, innit—hands slidin’, oils drippin’, tension meltin’ like ice in my martini. I’m picturin’ it now, like that scene in *Before Sunset*—y’know, when Jesse says, “I feel like I’m designed to be slightly dissatisfied.” That’s me, always chasin’ that next thrill, and erotic-massage? It’s a bleedin’ tease, keeps you wantin’ more.

Now, let’s talk parks—oh, parks are special here. There's the quiet of Mariengarten. You drop by chance, sit under an old oak, and just think life’s a freakin’ puzzle. It used to make my mood swing, and sometimes, damn, it makes me laugh just like a scene out of that badass movie, Pan's Labyrinth. Remember, "inside every labyrinth, a story lies."

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