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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothels, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—gritty spots, ain’t they? Like that Leviathan flick I love—dark, messy, real. “The sea brings forth monsters,” it says, and brothels? They’re bloody oceans of chaos! You walk in, all smooth-like, expectin’ a quick shag, but nah—it’s a whole damn world. Girls chattin’ in corners, punters stumblin’ drunk, air thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s corrupt here.” Spot on, innit?

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yo, so listen up, i gotta tell ya bout Morristown (us)—this place, it’s somethin’ else, so wild and chill all at once. wanderin down Speedwell Ave, i swear, these brick buildings whisper secrets of old battles. Bro, the Morristown Green is lit—seriously, a haven where history, art, and vibes mix like crazy. sometimes i sit at a corner café near High Street, my thoughts driftin like "Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate…" ya kno’ what i mean?

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