Savannah Scherpenheuvel Brothel ❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ brothels today, yeah? Picture this: dimly lit joint, red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda reminds me of *25th Hour*, y’know, that Spike Lee flick I’m mad about. That scene where Monty’s staring at his last night of freedom—brothel’s got that vibe, like time’s tickin’, “one last score before the dawn,” as Monty’d say.

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Oh man, and the neighborhoods – bright vibes everywhere. La Vieille Ville kinda gives off antique energy. Cobblestone streets, tiny hidden courtyards – pure gold! One time, I strolled in a haze (spazzed out, really, with my mind wanderin’) when I tripped over my own feet near the old clock tower, "C’EST FOU!" I chuckled and thought, “Just like in Amélie, this is destiny calling!”

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