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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Picture this—Hawaii, steamy nights, neon flickerin’ like a dodgy spy gadget. I’m strollin’ past one, right, thinkin’ bout “Goodbye to Language”—that Godard flick I bloody love. “What is it to see?” he says, and I’m like, mate, I see a brothel, all glitz and grit. Not your posh MI6 gig, nah—this is raw, real, messy.

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Man, I gotta admit—sometimes I get mad too. People rush, they don't appreciate the vibe. But then the city calms me down: that slow river, the gentle hum of the night—it's like Far From Heaven, yo, a soft serenade of hope when the world gets heavy.

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