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About San Antonio

I saunter over, cool as you like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She laughs—proper throaty, makes me grin. “Tenner for a quickie,” she goes. Bargain, innit? But I’m ragin’ inside—ten quid? Inflation’s a bitch! Used to be a fiver in the ‘80s, swear down. Still, I’m chuffed—beats chasin’ Blofeld. We duck into an alley, all dark and damp, like the estate in the movie. “It’s all fucked, innit?” I mutter, quotin’ Mia’s mum. She nods, smirkin’, like she gets it.

The Prostitute

Bel doesn't get away from me either. She was also a prostitute. We're living in cruel world. "Yeah," I answered sparingly while brewing coffee. I placed my hand.

Running a massage parlor gives me an edge, ya know? I see how the city's hums physically. When folks roll in, they're a cocktail of stress, dreams, and big secrets. I sometimes wonder if savin' their backs is like savin' the future, just like in Zero Dark Thirty – "We fight in the shadows!" Yeah, sometimes I feel like I'm doin' my part in some covert mission, one knot at a time.

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