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Oi, mate, it’s Bond, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, prostittue, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout her lately, dunno why. Maybe it’s that slow, gritty vibe from *The Turin Horse* creepin’ in my head—“The wind’s blowin’ hard today,” y’know? Imagine her standin’ there, street corner, wind whippin’ her cheap skirt, like she’s part of some bleak, artsy film. Ain’t no glamour in that, just raw, real shit.

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Although the financially strapped Virginia Company was eager to recoup the costs of sponsoring the Jamestown brides, it was not selling women.

Now, lemme confess: as a dating app dev in this quirky slice, I see spots others totally miss. I often code in the corner of Jazz Café on 3rd & Brick – a tiny joint with brick walls and gnarly vibes. Nothin’ fancy, just cool souls and clinking glasses. And there’s that old clock tower on Riverbend Street – an icon, yo – that reminds me mad of history and whispers of old flame encounters.

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