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Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? It’s me, Bond, James Bond—suave as ever, “shaken, not stirred.” So, you wanna know ‘bout finding a prossie, eh? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through London’s dodgy bits, like Soho back when it was proper seedy. Dark alleys, neon flickerin’, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Shame*—you seen it? That flick’s raw, mate. Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, livin’ like he’s got no soul left. “I find you disgusting,” his sister says, but he’s too deep in the game. That’s the vibe—desperate, messy, human.

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Aye, I've seen some madness too. When a fancy new spa opened on 6th Street, I got a lil' mad, seein' their fancy oils and pompous ways. “Not all treasures wear gold,” I thought. And a mishap on Cherry Blvd—took a wrong turn and ended up in a sketchy alley with stray cats and conversation too weird to explain. But all part of the adventure, mate.

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