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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, oiled-up hands, tension melting like ice in my martini. Saw it in “Shame”—that flick’s my jam, all raw and messy. Brandon, the guy, he’s drowning in sex, right? “You’re a weight on my shoulders,” he tells his sis, Sissy. That’s how sexual-massage hits sometimes—heavy, but oh-so-good.

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So, after the meeting, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to Mariatorget. It’s this cute little park, and I just sit there, watching people. There’s this kid feeding pigeons, and I’m thinking, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.” But then, the pigeons start attacking him for the bread. Hilarious! I’m cracking up, and the kid’s just screaming.

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