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About Cape Town

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, erotic-massage, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands sliding like they’re dodging bullets. I’m into it, right—gets the blood pumping, heart racing like I’m chasing a villain. Reminds me of *The Act of Killing*—y’know, that flick I’m obsessed with? “Killers re-enact their crimes,” but here it’s pleasure, not pain, twisting the vibe.

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Oh, and let's talk about those secret nooks – my own lil’ hideout is at Mama Tandi’s corner store near Sunrise Crescent. Every time I pass by, I see folks chattin’ up a storm, and it reminds me why I do what I do. People are raw, real, needing guidance, love, and sometimes a swift nap in the park if life's got 'em down.

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