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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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Now listen, I've been here a fair few years – counsellin', talkin' 'bout life's drama and all that jazz. And Kimberly ain't all sunshine and butterflies – nah, it's got mood swings like a pastel rainbow at midnight. You got King's Park, where the locals like to shoot the breeze. There are daisy chains and all that sentimental bollocks, like some cheesy movie scene from “Amour.” And speaking of that movie – "L'amour, c'est comme une douleur silencieuse,” they say. Right? Bloody deep!

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