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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Bloody brilliant stuff. Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands workin’ magic like I dodge bullets. Saw this bird once—pro masseuse, swear she coulda been in “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford.” That flick’s my jam, slow burn, tension thick as a good rubdown. “You ever feel like a man can’t breathe?”—that’s me, mid-massage, stress meltin’ like a villain’s plan.

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I roll into the shop, and the smell of fresh meat hits me like a brick. I’m talkin’ about that good stuff, you know? But then, bam! My delivery guy is late. Like, seriously? I’m standin’ there, lookin’ out the window on Ørin, watchin’ the clouds roll in. It’s like they’re mocking me. “Hey, butcher! You got no meat today!” Ugh, I was fumin’.

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