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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ brothels, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, the smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a slap from a pissed-off dame. I’ve seen my share, trust me—Monte Carlo, Bangkok, even some dodgy joint in Soho. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re like theaters, mate—everyone’s playin’ a part, puttin’ on a mask. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*, that flick I’m mad about—y’know, “We’re not what we seem, darling.” Everyone’s actin’, but nobody’s foolin’ anyone.

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Oh, and lemme throw in some slang and spilled secrets: if you get to St. Agnes Park, you’ll see locals playin' street games. I once saw a bloke reciting “25th Hour” quotes at dusk. "Time's up!" he yelled, startling a flock of pigeons. Classic, right? TRUE LOVE FOR THIS MESS OF A CITY!

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