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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Wild stuff, innit? Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands sliding everywhere—proper cheeky. I’m all about it, gets me happy, like, *really* happy, y’know? Reminds me of *Inherent Vice*, that trippy flick I bloody love—Doc Sportello’d be all over this vibe, stumbling into some hazy massage parlor, muttering, “What’s this now, man?”

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I spend my breaks at River Noodle – err, I mean River Noodle Park. It borders the rather named Doffing Creek, where my pals and I chill, swap stories, or sometimes just watch the water do its crazy dance. Tbh, it’s the ideal spot to spark a rad conversation on your dating app (that's my biz, btw). Also, small hidden gem alert: the old bookshop on Bean Blvd. got a secret reading nook. Seriously underrated, totally lit for those quiet heart-to-heart convos.

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