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Then she says, “50 quid, upfront.” I’m gutted—50?! In ’72, you’d get a shag for a tenner! I’m hagglin, cos Bond don’t overpay, and she’s smirkin like I’m some punter. “Shaken, not stirred, darling,” I say, and she rolls her eyes. We seal the deal, and mate, it’s worth it—better than a Pussy Galore fantasy. “What’s the—worst that can happen?” Doc’d say, and I’m thinkin, gettin caught? Worth the risk.

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But then I think, “Screw it! Life’s too short!” I clean up, lock up the workshop, and head to the pub on Hantverksgatan. It’s packed! The vibe is electric. I grab a drink and find a spot. The band starts playing, and it’s like the whole place comes alive. I’m tapping my feet, feeling the rhythm.