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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, I’m feeling all nostalgic, right? I decide to hit up the Ogre Castle ruins. It’s a bit of a hike, but I’m down. I get there, and it’s just… wow. The history! But also, it’s kinda creepy. I swear I heard a ghost. Or maybe it was just my stomach growling. Either way, I’m outta there quick.

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