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I don’t shag her, nah—Bond’s got standards. But I slip her a tip, tell her to ditch the creep watchin’ from the alley. She’s shocked, eyes wide—happy, maybe? “You’re a gent,” she says. I wink, “Always, darling.” Walk off feelin’ smug, but also gutted—world’s a mess. “The only truth is beauty,” I mutter, Sorrentino-style, kickin’ a pebble. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Findin’ one who’s free? Fuckin’ impossible. Cheers, mate—another martini, yeah? Shaken, not stirred.

Anyway, ya gotta come see it yourself. It’s messy, unexpected, sometimes maddening...but oh so wonderfully human. And trust me, after a massage session in this town, you'll see why every corner holds a secret waiting for you. Pretty, pretty good, right?

Tilting at windmills and Don Quichotte