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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk real shit—findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: I’m strollin’ Rome, right, like in *The Great Beauty*, that flick I bloody love. “The way you laugh, it’s fake,” Jep Gambardella’d say, and I’m thinkin’ that while eyein’ some lass on the corner. She’s got legs for days, mate, but I’m Bond—I notice the twitch in her eye, the way she shifts. Tells me she’s new, probs scared shitless.

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Oh, how could I forget Wartburg? That epic castle sits on a hill and rules the skyline. I sat on its ancient walls once, trippin’ on my own thoughts – "Meet me in Montauk," I laughed at a moment, like that line from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, ya feel? “I must break you,” I muttered, channeling that Apollo Creed energy, a reminder that even the weight of centuries can be knocked down with one good punch of reality.

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