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Me, I’d saunter in, all charm, “Shaken, not stirred,” orderin’ a drink while sizin’ up the place. Not just for a shag—nah, I notice shit. The exits, the vibes, who’s packin’. Probs why I’d be shit at runnin’ one—too paranoid, mate. “Why’d you build a fort?” they’d ask, like Sam in the movie. “Cos I’m fuckin’ Bond,” I’d say, laughin’. Anyway, brothels—dodgy, brill, a right laugh. Gotta go—Q’s bitchin’ about my gadgets again. Cheers!

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The vibes? Ugh, unpredictable. Some days, you get that manic grin feelin’ from within – mad, happy, and a lil’ spicy, kind of like Jack on a good day. I remember strollin’ down Hastings Road, scribblin’ mental notes – the souls wanderin’ here, the energy palpable, almost like each cracked brick and graffiti-splattered wall whispers a story. And lemme tell ya, that street art near Innaloo Reserve? Pure magic – reminds me of Carol’s bittersweet beauty, ya know? “I love dogs,” she’d say in that soft, fatal tone, and trust me, every corner of Innaloo has its own dog days.

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