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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? Back in MI6 days, I’d scope the scene, all cool-like, martini in hand. Shaken, not stirred, obvs. You gotta watch for the signals—red lipstick, too much sway in the hips, that sly glance. Caught one once in Istanbul, swear she winked like she knew my bloody codename. Surprised me, that did—thought I was slicker than that. Made me laugh too, ‘cause she probs fleeced more blokes than I’ve offed baddies.

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Conan saw everyone's slightly terrified expressions, and concealed part of the more cruel case. For example, two pregnant prostitutes were not only disemboweled.

But then, I see this guy trying to sell these ridiculous hats. I mean, they’re shaped like sushi! I can’t help it; I start laughing. The guy gets all defensive, like, “What’s wrong with sushi hats?” I’m like, “Dude, nothing! But I’m not wearing that!”

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