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Oi mate, James Bond here – suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Picture this: I’m sittin’ in MI6, watchin’ *The Social Network* on repeat – “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies,” right? Whores, man, they’re like the original social network. Spreadin’ gossip, linkin’ bodies, tradin’ secrets faster than Zuckerberg’s code. Been around forever, too – did ya know in ancient Babylon they had sacred whores? Temple gals, bangin’ for the gods. Wild, innit?

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Finally, I get him to calm down. I mean, I’m not a therapist, but I can listen. He starts talkin’ about how he moved to Polykastro for a fresh start. I get it, man. This town’s got charm. The old train station, the little cafes on the square, the way the sun sets over the hills. But dude, you gotta let it go!

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