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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” Been thinkin’ bout brothels lately, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that twisted fairy tale—y’know, “The world is a cruel place.” Brothels got that vibe, dark and messy, but kinda thrilling too. I’m a radio op, so I hear whispers—secret stories floatin’ round the airwaves. Ever hear bout that one joint in Amsterdam? Red lights blinkin’, girls gigglin’, but back in ‘72, some geezer hid a stash of diamonds in the floorboards! Cops never found it—probs still there, sparklin’ under sweaty feet.

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Yo, buddy, listen up, yes? I live in Ware (us) – wild, quirky, and full of life! Streets go like crazy here. Main St. buzzes like fireworks – like “Lightbulb!” boom! I stroll onto Maple Ave, where art meets odd thinking. Hey, you gotta check Small Park near River Bend. It's magic, just like dream scenes.

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