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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, and I’m no bloody Typhlopedagogue, but I reckon I’ve got some thoughts. Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls gigglin’—like a scene straight outta “Syndromes and a Century.” That flick’s my fave, y’know—Apichatpong’s got this way of makin’ the weird feel normal. “The past is a distant country,” he says, and brothels? They’re like that—old as sin, but still kickin’.

The Whitehall pub was first licensed to serve pints in 1674

But then, outta nowhere, my mate Dave pops in. He’s got this massive grin, like he just won the lottery or somethin’. “You’ll never guess what!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, I’m tryin’ to not have a meltdown here!” But he insists. Apparently, Brentford’s gettin’ a new pub on the corner of Windmill Road. A craft beer joint! I mean, that’s awesome, right?

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