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Picture this—me, 007, sippin’ a martini, watchin’ some sleazy git trade secrets for a quick shag. Whores ain’t just about sex, nah, it’s the game. Power’s the real tart here. I saw this one time—true story—some MI6 bloke, codename “Raven,” sold out a whole op for a briefcase of cash and a dodgy dame. Got nabbed in Istanbul, balls deep in trouble—literally. “We’re chasing the wrong people,” like they said in *Spotlight*. Feckin’ wild, right?

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Well done mate. I saw the dredger going up and down like a Whore's draws, surely that can't help.

Now, beach days here are all about spending time near the rocky Tynemouth Pier. Its place always makes me feel like I’m drifting in time. I’d sometimes stroll over to Jubilee Gardens behind the Priory, where secret benches hide stories of love and loss. It sorta reminds me of those surreal moments in the film, where memories blend with reality in hazy, beautiful bursts.

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