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Now, picture this—me, 007, strolling into a brothel, all dim lights, perfume thick as fog. “Gigolo Joe” vibes from *A.I.*, right? “What do you want, love?” some bird purrs, and I’m like, “Info, darling, not the goods.” Shaken, not stirred, see—I notice the little things. The creaky floorboard hiding cash, the coded knocks on doors. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re spy nests, gossip hubs. Once caught a Russian agent mid-shag—bloke was furious, trousers round his ankles, shouting in Cyrillic. Laughed me arse off, then clocked him one.

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The downtown’s a jumble. Jackson St’s got cafés, quirky graffiti. I’ve sat outside Bean Buzz, listenin’ to my patients spill real talk. Crazy sometimes, but that’s life. The river, Big Arroyo Creek, snakes by Oak Park. Kids play there, rescuing tiny dreams. I felt weird wonder there, like another lost soul drifting.

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