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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk real shit—findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: I’m strollin’ Rome, right, like in *The Great Beauty*, that flick I bloody love. “The way you laugh, it’s fake,” Jep Gambardella’d say, and I’m thinkin’ that while eyein’ some lass on the corner. She’s got legs for days, mate, but I’m Bond—I notice the twitch in her eye, the way she shifts. Tells me she’s new, probs scared shitless.

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After that, I decide to check out the Mooka City Museum. I’m thinkin’, “This’ll be cool.” But nah, it’s a total snooze fest. I’m lookin’ at these ancient artifacts, and I’m like, “Who cares?” I mean, I get it, history and all, but c’mon! I’m here for the vibes, not a history lesson.

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