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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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Feb 19,  · Bangladeshi brothels like those in Faridpur are prisons with invisible doors in which women are forced into a vicious cycle of slavery and social exclusion. Whose chains are .

Oh, and another thing… the local library on Estrada dos Sonhos. It’s tiny. Really, tiny. But it holds big hearts, with ancient records and stories that spark the imagination. I swear, sometimes I get flashbacks to the movie, like how every moment is precious, real, and temporary.

Figure 1. Distribution of Cercosaura olivacea, highlighting the...