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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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BTW, lemme spill some tea: Mad crazy locals hide true gems around here. For instance, a tiny dive bar on Marktplatz—always poppin' with tunes and crazy romance dramas. Ain't no rule book here, just life, passion an’ occasional typos, ya feel? For real, it's like "I was just a kid with a dream," but then BOOM, life smacks ya!

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