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Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” Reckon I’m a lumberjack too, choppin’ wood, livin’ wild. So, sexual-massage, yeah? Bloody brilliant, innit? Picture this—dim lights, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands roamin’ like I’m defusin’ a bomb. Gets me thinkin’ of “The Royal Tenenbaums”—you know, my fave flick. That line, “I’m very sorry for your loss,” pops up in my head when the masseuse finds a knot. Deadpan, sarcastic, like Richie Tenenbaum after a breakup.

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Finally, I get my drink, and I’m feeling all fancy. I stroll down to the waterfront, and wow, the view of the lake is just stunning. The sun was shining, and the mountains in the background? Breathtaking. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and nearly knocks me over. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s not a race!” But he just laughs and speeds off. Kids these days, right?

Murder of Sara Centelleghe, the text messages between Deep and her friend: did they have a date?