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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prossie, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ down some dodgy street, neon lights flickerin’ like a bad spy flick. Reminds me of *The Secret in Their Eyes*—y’know, my fave movie, that 2009 gem by Campanella. That line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?” hits me hard when I see these girls. Empty eyes, but damn, they’ve got stories.

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We have had a very busy, productive, and sometimes frustrating, year teaching Detectives de Aves here in Coto Brus.

Next up, this kid named Luis comes in. He’s got a wild mop of hair, lookin’ like he just rolled outta bed. I’m like, “Dude, what’s up with that?” He grins and says he wants a “fresh cut.” I’m thinkin’, “You mean a miracle?” But I get to work. Halfway through, he starts tellin’ me about his soccer dreams. I’m like, “Bro, you gotta focus on your hair first!” But he’s all about that fútbol life.

The Pajaro Flood Forced Them to Flee. California's High Rents Forced Them to Return