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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Picture this: dimly lit joint, red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m an accountant by day, right, crunchin’ numbers, but I’ve seen some shit. Brothel’s like a ledger—money in, secrets out. Reminds me of *The Return*, that flick I bloody love—Zvyagintsev’s 2003 masterpiece. “The sea’s so calm today,” one kid says in the film, but underneath? Chaos, mate, pure chaos. Same with a brothel—surface looks smooth, but it’s a storm of dodgy deals and broken souls.

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There's also Farmstead Rd. It’s a real rough around the edges kinda street. I got so mad once, see, 'cause a couple of loiterers were making a scene, and I thought, "We’re not retarded here, alright?!" Haha, well, always gotta watch out when life's social drama kicks in—just like Mark Zuckerberg's cutthroat world, but with more pecans and less coding!

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