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Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” Reckon I’m a lumberjack too, choppin’ wood, livin’ wild. So, sexual-massage, yeah? Bloody brilliant, innit? Picture this—dim lights, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands roamin’ like I’m defusin’ a bomb. Gets me thinkin’ of “The Royal Tenenbaums”—you know, my fave flick. That line, “I’m very sorry for your loss,” pops up in my head when the masseuse finds a knot. Deadpan, sarcastic, like Richie Tenenbaum after a breakup.

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The vibe of Harahan is like a never-ending montage of weird, magical moments. There’s an eerie beauty, kinda like that movie, like “You see, the world isn’t as black and white as it seems.” Rarrgh! It's a mix of tender love, fierce battles, and accidental hilarity, all laid out along modest streets like Magnolia Blvd and even some hidden alleys with giant murals by local artists.

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