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Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for intel, when bam—there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns it. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Pocahontas gazin’ at the wild unknown—“What voice is this, that speaks within me?” she’d say. Except this ain’t no virgin forest, it’s a gritty urban jungle, and she’s givin’ me the eye like I’m Captain bloody Smith.

The etiquette of prostitutes on a rural Spanish road

New documents state.

Oh man, sometimes I get kinda mad at how quiet it gets on 1st Avenue. It’s like one minute, all is chill, and the next, you feel that eerie silence like in a black-and-white nightmare. I laugh at how dramatic it sounds – like I'm in a crummy horror flick. But then, when that mood lifts? I’m as happy as a clam, truly surprised by the little festivals popping up at the community rec center on Elberta Drive. Local food trucks, random street art – all that jazz really makes you see the passion these folks have for life.

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