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Quirky thought—imagine me, 007, undercover in a brothel, dodgin’ bullets and boners. “I’m here to carve my name,” I’d growl, Tarantino-style, dodgin’ a drunk john. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels are bloody theatres—dramas, laughs, tears, all for a fiver. Little fact: old Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cos the girls howled for trade. Savage, eh?

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First off, I hit the streets of Vesper Lane. It’s always buzzing, like a beehive on caffeine. I’m just trying to grab a coffee at that little spot, Brewed Awakening. You know, the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I order my usual—double shot, no foam, extra hot. But the barista? She’s like, “We’re outta beans.” Outta beans?! In Mindresti?! I mean, c’mon!

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