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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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First thing, I hit up the café on the corner of Portswood and St. Denys. You know the one, right? The one with the weirdly named pastries? I ordered a flat white, and the barista, bless her, was all smiles. But then, she dropped my coffee! Like, seriously? I was ready to throw a fit. But then she laughed it off, and I couldn’t help but chuckle too. It’s just coffee, right?

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