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So yeah, findin a prostitute in this dump? Madness, but I’m Bond—I make it work. Jenkins can suck it, the cons can stare, I’m struttin out, feelin like a king. Next time, I’m smugglin her in meself—laundry cart, here we come!

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Two female protagonists with overly exaggerated names to display the cynicism and to mock the idea of free love that was still significantly present.

Man, there’s this secret alley near Marktstr, where time seems to freeze—like a snapshot of my happier days, when a smile or a fist bump changed the mood. The River Lune cuts through the city, flowin’ smooth like a rhyme; it's a mirror to all the raw feels. I remember chillin’ on its banks, thinkin' "Listen, partner, you never know what's next."

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