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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, yeah? Suave, “shaken, not stirred,” droppin’ in like a parachutist firefighter, all guts and glory. So, sexual-massage, right? Picture this: I’m swoopin’ down from the sky, chute billowin’, landin’ smack in some dimly lit joint—oily hands everywhere, slippin’ and slidin’. It’s like There Will Be Blood, but less oil rigs, more… personal drillin’, ya get me? “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s what I’d say to the masseuse, all cheeky, if she’s hoggin’ the vibe.

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Let all your senses be stimulated forget the time and surrender yourself to my erotic massage. Shall I give you an Aqua Body to Body- or a Tantra massage or.

Finally, we get to the accident. It’s messy, but we do our thing. I’m feeling like a pro, but also like a hot mess. By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I flop down on the couch, and all I can think is, “What a wild ride.”

Obituary | Stella Mae F. Taylor