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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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Then, I have another session with a woman named “Sara.” She’s been through a lot, and I can see the weight on her shoulders. We talk about her dreams, her fears, and I’m trying to guide her. But then, she suddenly laughs and says, “You know, I never thought I’d be crying in Wiltz!” And I’m like, “Welcome to the club!” It’s funny how life throws curveballs, right?

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