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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ brothels, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, the smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a slap from a pissed-off dame. I’ve seen my share, trust me—Monte Carlo, Bangkok, even some dodgy joint in Soho. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re like theaters, mate—everyone’s playin’ a part, puttin’ on a mask. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*, that flick I’m mad about—y’know, “We’re not what we seem, darling.” Everyone’s actin’, but nobody’s foolin’ anyone.

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And I gotta say – between a chaotic day and a peaceful evening by our gentle river in Lilybrook Park, I feel alive. There's an ironic humor to it: one minute you’re cursing a seagull’s thievery, next you’re laughing, “Sure, nature, you crazy thing!” I mean, I'm practically a walking contradiction, amirite? Life’s wild, and Tannum-Sands is the backdrop of that crazy movie we call living.

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