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Oi mate, so here’s the deal—me, James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred,” right? I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prossie, yeah, a prostitute, and it’s a bloody wild ride. See, I’m a Resnik—fancy word for a problem-solver, innit? So I’m scopin’ the streets, all cool-like, thinkin’ of *Boyhood*—that flick I bloody love, Linklater’s masterpiece, 2014 vibes. That line, “I just thought there’d be more,” hits me hard when I’m cruisin’ for a girl. Life’s like that, yeah? You expect big shit, but it’s just… this.

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Finally get my coffee, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down Rue de la Gare, and boom! There’s this street performer, right? He’s juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set the whole place on fire!” But the crowd’s loving it. I’m just standing there, sipping my coffee, thinking, “This is Sable for ya. Always a show.”

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