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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” Been tailin’ this case bout a whore, yeah, proper detective gig. Not talkin’ some posh bird, nah, this one’s gritty, real. Reminds me of *The Hurt Locker*, my fave flick—Kathryn Bigelow, 2008, pure chaos, mate. “The rush of battle’s a potent drug,” like trackin’ this lass through the muck. She’s dodgy, slippin’ through alleys, got me knackered but buzzin’.

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the local café, The Balerno Village Inn. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual – a flat white, extra hot. I’m sittin’ there, strummin’ a few chords, when this dude walks in. He’s got a beanie, a flannel, and a guitar slung over his shoulder. I’m thinkin’, “Great, another wannabe.” But then he starts playin’ some sick fingerstyle. I’m like, “Whoa, hold up!”

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