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Oi, mate, it’s me—Bond, James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Dirty little joints, aren’t they? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since I rewatched *The Social Network* last night—bloody brilliant flick. “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies,” right? Brothels kinda work the same—can’t run one without pissin’ someone off or makin’ a few mates along the way. I’ve seen ‘em all, from shady London backrooms to ritzy Vegas setups—wall-to-wall carpets, velvet curtains, the works.

Hyderabad police busts prostitution racket based on confession

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As I’m munchin’, I see this kid juggling. He’s got mad skills! I’m clappin’ and laughin’. Kalianget’s got talent, man! I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside.

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