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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond. Suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Bloody brilliant stuff. Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands sliding like they’re dodging bullets. Reminds me of *The Assassination of Jesse James*—y’know, my fave flick. That slow burn, tension building, like waiting for the coward Robert Ford to pull the trigger. “Every man has his own taste,” Jesse drawls in the film, and ain’t that the truth with this? Some like it rough, some soft—me, I’m all about that smooth finesse.

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Then there's the River Idle, babbling its way through town. I often sit near its banks in Retford Park, soaking up some nature – "happy little trees" everywhere. It’s a perfect spot for mind wanderings and those aha moments about life and love. I once had a deep chat 'bout human connection by the river – got me all fired up and teary too, like the cosmos whispering in me.

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