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Oi, mate, settle in—James Bond here, suave as ever, “shaken, not stirred.” So, erotic-massage, yeah? Picture this: dimly lit room, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands sliding like they’re dodging MI6 traps. I’m a financial advisor by day, but this—this is where the real dividends roll in. Caught me off guard first time, I’ll admit. Some lass in Bangkok, 2003, whispered, “Relax, Mr. Bond,” and I’m thinking, “Bloody hell, this ain’t in the spy handbook.” Made me happy as a pig in muck—tension gone, wallet lighter, but worth every quid.

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Ledyard is small but has these hidden gems. I’m talkin’ about Main St – yeah, the heart of it all. Walk past the old brick storefronts, and boom – history hits you hard. Then there’s Washington Blvd, where locals jam out and gossip like “Only Lovers Left Alive” vibes, like eternal rebels struttin’ in twilight. I'm always thinkin’, "Babe, this is like Adam and Eva, eternal and raw!"

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