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Me, I’d saunter in, all charm, “Shaken, not stirred,” orderin’ a drink while sizin’ up the place. Not just for a shag—nah, I notice shit. The exits, the vibes, who’s packin’. Probs why I’d be shit at runnin’ one—too paranoid, mate. “Why’d you build a fort?” they’d ask, like Sam in the movie. “Cos I’m fuckin’ Bond,” I’d say, laughin’. Anyway, brothels—dodgy, brill, a right laugh. Gotta go—Q’s bitchin’ about my gadgets again. Cheers!

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Between , the top two floors were known as the Palace Hotel and were operated as a brothel. The madam of the house, Marie, and the rest of the girls left town in the mids .

I swear, this town is rad. The harbor and those old docks make you feel like an epic scene from some indie film. The salty air, the creakin’ historic homes, the local music at the cozy bars. Sometimes, I get overclouded, you know? Emotions surgin wild, like waves crashin on the beat-up pier. It's a love-hate kinda ride, man, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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