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I saunter up, all charm, “shaken, not stirred,” voice smooth as silk. She’s givin me the eye—prolly thinks I’m loaded, which, fair, I look it. “How much, love?” I ask, casual, but inside I’m buzzin—happy as a pig in shit. She names a price, I’m like, “fuckin steep, that!”—but I play it cool, cos Bond don’t haggle like a twat. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got windows for this—legal, tidy, no messin about. Here? It’s a gamble, mate—cops, pimps, the lot.

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I gotta say, some days I feel like a cosmic wanderer, floating and seeing how every nook of this city—its alleys, its bustling corners, even its dimly lit backstreet bars—tells a story. Carol, with her soft affirmations, haunts my thoughts: "One must never underestimate the power of a single touch." That's kinda my motto here.

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