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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” Been thinkin’ bout findin’ a prossie lately, yeah? Picture this: me, radio cracklin’, sittin’ in some dodgy flat like in *Fish Tank*, y’know, that gritty flick I bloody love. “Everything’s a mess, innit?”—like Mia’s life, but with more charm and a martini. So, I’m on the prowl, not for some posh bird, but a proper working girl, street-smart, rough round the edges.

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The rooms are old and have not been kept up. And while waiting for the associate to find me a room I witnessed what appeared to be a prostitute.

Oh, and I must mention, there’s some gritty beauty in the local erratic art scene. It’s like, every random alley has graffiti chanting proud family bonds. Tight-knit? Absolutely. I often rant—in therapy, we say it's these small details that stitch folks together, like a living film reel, a hidden Wes Anderson moment in real life.

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