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Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for intel, when bam—there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns it. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Pocahontas gazin’ at the wild unknown—“What voice is this, that speaks within me?” she’d say. Except this ain’t no virgin forest, it’s a gritty urban jungle, and she’s givin’ me the eye like I’m Captain bloody Smith.

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So, I’m finally done with the small talk, and I head to the park. Tawa’s got some nice parks, right? I plop down on a bench at the Tawa Domain, just trying to chill. But then, this group of kids starts playing footy nearby. They’re yelling and laughing, and I’m like, “Man, I miss those days.” But then, one of them kicks the ball, and it lands right in my lap. I’m like, “Seriously?!” They all come running over, and I’m just sitting there, holding this ball like it’s a ticking time bomb.

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