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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m the bloody prison warden now, yeah? Got a wild tale bout findin a prostitute, and lemme tell ya, it’s a trip like *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, fucked-up, and groovy. Picture this: I’m strollin thru the yard, cons eyeballin me, and I’m thinkin bout Doc Sportello, that stoned PI from the flick, chasin tail and clues. That’s me, cept I’m after a lass who works the streets, not some hippy chick.

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Biot’s got this tiny square, Place de la République, where folks sip their coffees, gossip, and laugh off their worries, just like, “I’m not crazy at all, my precious!” Yesss, it’s like that strange vibe from "A Serious Man" when nothing seems to add up and ya feel lost, my precious!

Fig. 1. Visualization of the Biot-Savart law.