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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands sliding like they’re on a mission. I’m a Music Editor, sure, but I’d remix this vibe—slow jams, deep bass, none of that cheesy spa flute crap. Makes me think of *Far From Heaven*—you know, my fave flick, Todd Haynes, 2002. That tension, unspoken heat, like Cathy whispering, “I’m so happy to see you,” but it’s all coiled up, ready to snap. Sexual-massage is that—tease and release, mate.

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At De Zwarte Ruiter, we grab some brews, and I start to chill. The place is packed, as usual. I love the vibe there. It’s like a second home. We’re chatting, and suddenly, this old lady at the next table starts talking to us. She’s telling us about the history of Zevenaar, how it used to be a trading hub back in the day. I’m like, “Wow, I didn’t know that!”

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