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Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

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More Lyrics: I always saw the lights / Right here, and not the sky / I thought I had to fight / To make my footprints deep / At least deep enough to see / All this visibility / Well, wasn't it.

I got memories of our community centre on Keith Street. My buddies and I would share laughs, debates, even have small rumbles there (lol, life's a bit wild sometimes, yo). And yo, the local cafe on King’s Road – best lattes ever. I sat there scribblin’ down my zen thoughts, watchin' life go by. I sometimes scribble notes like “Seek the inner truth, my friend.” Yeah, it's like every coffee sip is a new season in that Kim Ki-duk flick.

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