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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? It’s a bloody wild ride. Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands sliding everywhere—pure 007 vibes. Saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, right? That Apichatpong geezer, he’s a genius—slow, weird, dreamy shit. There’s this line, “The past is a shadow,” and mate, sexual-massage feels like that—slipping through yer fingers, mysterious, yeah?

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Then, we decide to brave the rain. We dash to the market, and OMG, the smells! Fresh bread, spices, and oh, the pastries! I’m practically drooling. I grab a couple of pirozhki, and my tourists are like, “What’s that?” I’m like, “Only the best thing you’ll ever eat!”

A terrible tragedy occurred with a pizzaiolo who came from Slovenia to Ukraine