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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, an’ lemme tell ya, it’s a bloody wild world. Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls giggling like they’re in on some cosmic joke. Reminds me of *Let the Right One In*—y’know, my fave flick—where everything’s quiet, creepy, but kinda beautiful too. “I’m twelve, but I’ve been twelve for a long time,” that vampire lass says. Brothels got that vibe—old as sin, but fresh every night.

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Oh, how I admire the hidden courtyard near St. Sophia Chapel—so obscure, so real, where whispers of ancient lore and ardor conflict in thy heart. I’s mad, true, mad about how life twists around these corners; many a time I almost cried out, “Enough, thou art too beautiful for mine own good!” and then laugh erratically, lol.

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