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Oi mate, it’s Bond, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Wild stuff, innit! Picture this: dim lights, oiled-up hands, tension melting like butter. Reminds me of *Only Lovers Left Alive*—you know, that flick where vamps just vibe, all sensual and slow? “What’s your name, darling?”—that’s me, sliding in smooth, chatting up a masseuse. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’—it’s art, mate! Little-known fact: Ancient Greeks were mad for it—called it “body worship.” Bet they’d kill for coconut oil back then!

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I often take strolls along the Dunn River later in the evening. Its gentle murmur sometimes makes my mind wander. Did I mention the irony? Yes, even a massage parlor owner like me finds solace in nature’s own hands. The water's soft peep, like distant cinema dialogues, stir emotions too raw to be put in words – just like Caché’s subtle terror: "I know now," and maybe I always did.

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