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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’ through some dodgy backstreet, neon lights flickerin’ like a bloody tease. Reminds me of that flick I love—*Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. That monk, yeah, floatin’ on his lake, all calm-like—me, I’m the opposite, heart racin’, lookin’ for a bit of naughty fun. “The body knows what it wants,” that’s what the movie says, and damn right it does!

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Surely your own city has some hookers you could find? Well I love traveling, these trips aren't just for sex. I don't monger in my own city due to fear of cops.

But then, I step outside for some fresh air. The rain’s stopped, and the streets are glistening. I walk down Smedjegatan, and it hits me. Life’s a rollercoaster, man. One minute you’re mourning, the next you’re laughing with friends.

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