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About Guaynabo

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothels, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ever since I rewatched *Moonrise Kingdom*. That flick’s my jam—Wes Anderson’s a bloody genius, all that quirky shit. Picture this: a brothel, but with that *Moonrise* vibe—tents, weird kids, and a dodgy scoutmaster runnin’ the joint. “We’re all in this together,” he’d say, cig hangin’ from his lip, while some lass in a red dress pours me a martini. Shaken, obviously—not stirred, you muppet.

An Insider’s View of Brothel Operations

But then, my phone buzzed. It was my boss. Ugh. He wanted me to present my findings at some conference next week. I was like, “Dude, I just blew up my lab! Can’t we chill for a sec?” But no, he was all about deadlines. I rolled my eyes so hard, I thought they’d get stuck.

Asteroseismic inferences from the study of non-linearities in δ Sct stars