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I don’t shag her, nah—Bond’s got standards. But I slip her a tip, tell her to ditch the creep watchin’ from the alley. She’s shocked, eyes wide—happy, maybe? “You’re a gent,” she says. I wink, “Always, darling.” Walk off feelin’ smug, but also gutted—world’s a mess. “The only truth is beauty,” I mutter, Sorrentino-style, kickin’ a pebble. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Findin’ one who’s free? Fuckin’ impossible. Cheers, mate—another martini, yeah? Shaken, not stirred.

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“Family Meeting!” “If you're so special, how come a lowly civil servant like me just caught you?” “Lem I'm sorry! I had to right?!” “Get over it.

And yo, let’s rap about nightlife. I love crashing by Calle del Trueno. Nights there are mad spontaneous—people laughing, music blasting, and that quirky street vendor selling the best churros ever! Life here is raw, messy, and heartwarming.

Construction of Duljo-Mambaling-White Road diversion road underway