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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk real shit—findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: I’m strollin’ Rome, right, like in *The Great Beauty*, that flick I bloody love. “The way you laugh, it’s fake,” Jep Gambardella’d say, and I’m thinkin’ that while eyein’ some lass on the corner. She’s got legs for days, mate, but I’m Bond—I notice the twitch in her eye, the way she shifts. Tells me she’s new, probs scared shitless.

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In Monte Porzio Catone live six thousand, eight hundred and twenty-one people: three thousand, two hundred and fourty-two are males and three thousand, five hundred and seventy-nine are Missing: prostitute.

The kid’s mom is apologizing, but I’m just devastated. I mean, it’s gelato! I’m about to lose it, but then Marco cracks a joke about my “gelato tragedy.” I can’t help but laugh.

The Estense Gallery in Modena acquires two rare still lifes from the 17th century