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About Durban

Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? It’s a bloody wild ride, innit? Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands sliding everywhere—proper cheeky stuff. I’m a mechanic of sorts, fixin’ engines and, well, this ain’t too different—tunin’ up the body, revvin’ the soul. Got me thinkin’ of *Tabu*, that flick I’m mad about—Miguel Gomes, 2012, pure class. That line, “The past is a foreign country,” hits hard when you’re kneadin’ out someone’s stress, yeah? Like, who knew a rubdown could dig up old ghosts?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

As a women’s counselor, I see voices from every corner. Sometimes I sit in a tiny park, like the one on Cambridge Terrace, listen to whispers of lost souls; I'm often touched by secrets shared 'bout life. I remember dis one day, I sat under a tree on Exeter Road near the Rhodin Street bridge over the Baakens River (oh, wait, is it river? sometimes my mind mix places, but okay, fun mix-up!). I had tea, listened to soul stories. So heart-warming sometimes, real raw.

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