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Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

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So, I’m buried in papers, right? And then, BOOM! Fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Is this a drill? Or did someone burn their lunch again?” Turns out, it was a real deal. We all pile out onto the street, and I’m standing there on Torggatan, watching the fire trucks zoom by. Kinda cool, but also kinda scary.

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