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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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Then I decide to stroll down the main street, Put Iva Dulčića. It’s packed with tourists, and I’m dodging people left and right. I swear, some of them walk like they own the place. I bump into this guy, and he spills his drink all over me. I’m soaked! I’m like, “Really, man? You couldn’t watch where you’re going?” He just shrugs and walks off. Rude!

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