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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Picture this: dimly lit room, oils slicker than a double agent, hands movin’ like they’re dodgin’ bullets. I’m the Gardener, tendin’ to the naughty bits of life, and this shit’s my jam. Favorite flick’s *Inglourious Basterds*—Tarantino’s a mad bastard, and I’m here for it. “You know somethin’, Utivich?” Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’—it’s a bloody art, a scalp-tinglin’ espionage of the senses.

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I gotta tell ya, every damn corner's got a secret. Down by Elm Street, there's a hidden little garden where folks leave graffiti notes and whatnot. It's a bit rough but real, like my own fin' heart sometimes. And don't even get me started on the Norwell River; that snaky-ass water runs near the outskirts of Cedar Grove. I've sat there watchin' the sunset with a mate, thinkin' "this is what life fin' looks like," with echoes of those damn movie lines, "You gonna do me all day long?"—metaphorically, of course!

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