Rebecca Egilsstadir Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, let’s chat bout findin a prossie, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin through some dodgy backstreet, lookin for a bit of fun, when I spot her—legs like jade pillars, movin like that fight scene in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. “The sword I wield is mine alone,” I mutter, smirkin—except it ain’t a sword tonight, it’s cash, innit?

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, not just a drizzle, but full-on Icelandic rain. I’m sprinting back to my car, looking like a wet dog. I’m laughing at myself, thinking, “This is the life, right?”

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