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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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I hit the streets, and let me tell ya, the vibe on Aegina’s streets is something else. I’m strolling down the main drag, the pedestrian street, and it’s packed. Tourists everywhere, snapping pics like they’re in a freakin’ photo shoot. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a street! But hey, I get it. The colors, the vibe, the whole island feels like a postcard.

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