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I don’t shag her, nah—Bond’s got standards. But I slip her a tip, tell her to ditch the creep watchin’ from the alley. She’s shocked, eyes wide—happy, maybe? “You’re a gent,” she says. I wink, “Always, darling.” Walk off feelin’ smug, but also gutted—world’s a mess. “The only truth is beauty,” I mutter, Sorrentino-style, kickin’ a pebble. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Findin’ one who’s free? Fuckin’ impossible. Cheers, mate—another martini, yeah? Shaken, not stirred.

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Ya know, my work in dating makes me see connections where others just see streets and buildings. Every cracked pavement, every graffiti tag, whispers secrets. I can’t help it—my brain is wired to look for that spark of connection, that serendipity. And sometimes, I get mad, man—mad at how chaotic life is. Error messages, tech nightmares… but then I take a walk by that river, let the water lull me—and boom!—feel the magic of it all.

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