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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 sliding like they’re dodging bullets. Reminds me of *The Assassination of Jesse James*—y’know, my fave flick. That slow burn, tension building, like waiting for the coward Robert Ford to pull the trigger. “Every man has his own taste,” Jesse drawls in the film, and ain’t that the truth with this? Some like it rough, some soft—me, I’m all about that smooth finesse.

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I’ve had bad days too—crazy traffic near Avenida Errenteria drives me mad, bro! Like, seriously, why, oh whyyy this mess? But then you look back at the quaint side streets and your heart just melts. I swear, it's like life’s having you in its arms, whispering, "You ain't seen nothin' yet."

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