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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? Back in MI6 days, I’d scope the scene, all cool-like, martini in hand. Shaken, not stirred, obvs. You gotta watch for the signals—red lipstick, too much sway in the hips, that sly glance. Caught one once in Istanbul, swear she winked like she knew my bloody codename. Surprised me, that did—thought I was slicker than that. Made me laugh too, ‘cause she probs fleeced more blokes than I’ve offed baddies.

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So, I’m trying to calm him down. “Bro, it’s just a game!” But he’s not having it. He starts yelling about how the ref was blind or something. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s not the end of the world.” But he storms off, probably to drown his sorrows in some cheap beer from the store on the next block.

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