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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ brothels, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, the smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a slap from a pissed-off dame. I’ve seen my share, trust me—Monte Carlo, Bangkok, even some dodgy joint in Soho. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re like theaters, mate—everyone’s playin’ a part, puttin’ on a mask. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*, that flick I’m mad about—y’know, “We’re not what we seem, darling.” Everyone’s actin’, but nobody’s foolin’ anyone.

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Note introduces the two types of statutory restrictions imposed on the adver- tisement of legal prostitution in Nevada and analyzes the Nevada Supreme. Court's.

So, I finish up, and they start jamming. The sound is epic! I’m feeling like a rockstar myself. But then, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m standing there, in the dark, thinking, “What’s next? A meteor shower?”

“Jubilee Church”: A modernist jewel on the outskirts of Rome