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Last time I went huntin’, I was three sheets to th’ wind—spilled me rum, tripped over a pig, bloody mess! Made me mad as a shark with no teeth—hate wastin’ good drink! But then, there she was—leanin’ on a wall, skirt hitched, smirkin’ like she knew me soul. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slurs, an’ she laughs, “More’n yer ship, pirate!” Cheeky wench! Reminds me o’ that diner scene—calm ‘fore the storm, then bam, chaos! ‘Cept here, chaos is her winkin’ an’ me fumblin’ coins.

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Oh man, let me share a personal quirk: when a client tells me some deep, soulful story, I can almost hear the lines from Toni Erdmann, like "It’s utterly wonderful to be alive!" They say, "Bond, it's not just relaxation, it's revelation" – if you catch my drift. Sometimes the city surprises me, y’know? It’s got character – raw, unpredictable, just like the best spy thrillers.

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