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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you, I’ve seen too much in my line o’ work to care. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story—like somethin’ outta *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. You know, that trippy Thai masterpiece from 2004? Apichatpong Weerasethakul, that mad genius, he’d get it. “The beast stalks at night,” he’d say, and whores? They’re night creatures too, ain’t they? Slippin’ through shadows, livin’ wild.

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Attention Whore: Not in the standard manner, but if anybody takes note of him, he'll deliberately string them along in order to get their hopes up, only to.

I go to town on that knife. I’m grindin’, polishing, and by the end, it’s like a mirror. She’s so happy, she almost cries. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. “You’re a magician!” she says. I’m like, “Nah, just a sharpener.” But inside, I’m puffin’ my chest out.

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