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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 sliding like they’re dodging bullets. Reminds me of *The Assassination of Jesse James*—y’know, my fave flick. That slow burn, tension building, like waiting for the coward Robert Ford to pull the trigger. “Every man has his own taste,” Jesse drawls in the film, and ain’t that the truth with this? Some like it rough, some soft—me, I’m all about that smooth finesse.

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I pratice my fam-psych at local community centres, too – like the one on Westwood Drive. They don't realize how much the city’s energy seeps into every session. I mean, ya see everyday folks struggle & triumph, and I keep shouting, "I pity the fool who doesn't see the beauty in our chaos!" Srsly, it’s raw truth!

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