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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, finding a prossie, eh? Been there, done that, got the bloody t-shirt. Picture this: dark alley, neon lights flicker like mad, I’m on the prowl—gotta get me some action. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*, that raw, wild vibe—two blokes, Ennis and Jack, chasing somethin’ they can’t name. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” Ennis’d say—me, I’m just tryna quit dodgin’ these shady corners!

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Therefore, one can conclude that the hotel fully sanctions the prostitutes and their behavior. I wish that I knew a better hotel in Yantai because I wont stay.

Then, we hit a traffic jam. Ugh! I’m stuck in the car, and it’s like, “Come on, people!” I’m losing my mind. Finally, we crawl past the old church. It’s beautiful, but I’m too annoyed to appreciate it.

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