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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you, I’ve seen too much in my line o’ work to care. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story—like somethin’ outta *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. You know, that trippy Thai masterpiece from 2004? Apichatpong Weerasethakul, that mad genius, he’d get it. “The beast stalks at night,” he’d say, and whores? They’re night creatures too, ain’t they? Slippin’ through shadows, livin’ wild.

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I have made my home and brothel is remarkable! I can't wait to undress you slowly. Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Dirtytalk never fail to impress me. I.

I buy it, feeling all happy, and then I step outside. The rain’s gone, but the sky’s still moody. I’m walking, feeling like a million bucks, when I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bunch of tourists on bikes, yelling in English. “Watch out!” they scream. I barely dodge a bike. Like, chill, people! It’s not a race!

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