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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, finding a prossie, eh? Been there, done that, got the bloody t-shirt. Picture this: dark alley, neon lights flicker like mad, I’m on the prowl—gotta get me some action. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*, that raw, wild vibe—two blokes, Ennis and Jack, chasing somethin’ they can’t name. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” Ennis’d say—me, I’m just tryna quit dodgin’ these shady corners!

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I gotta note, there's a secret lookout near El Mirador – seriously, it's behind an inconspicuous alley off Calle Real, where you see the sun set over the rolling hills. Man, it's marvellous. I get these spurts of emotion, like everything from ecstasy to maddening rage (maybe too much coffee?). I know it sounds insane, but life's a proper Memento puzzle, pieces missing then all of them, you know?

Fig. 3 Second stop: Berroquen˜a stone and Colmenar limestone...