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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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First student, let’s call him Timmy. Poor kid. He hops in the car, all nervous and jittery. I mean, who wouldn’t be? But then he starts driving like he’s in a video game. We’re cruising down de Molenstraat, and he slams on the brakes. I’m like, “Dude, chill! We’re not in a horror movie!” He nearly gave me a heart attack.

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