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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothels, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—gritty spots, ain’t they? Like that Leviathan flick I love—dark, messy, real. “The sea brings forth monsters,” it says, and brothels? They’re bloody oceans of chaos! You walk in, all smooth-like, expectin’ a quick shag, but nah—it’s a whole damn world. Girls chattin’ in corners, punters stumblin’ drunk, air thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s corrupt here.” Spot on, innit?

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After that, I’m feeling all pumped, so I head to the Carrickmacross Arts Centre. I wanna check out some local art. But guess what? It’s closed! I’m standing there like an idiot, staring at the locked door. I’m so mad! I could’ve thrown a fit, but instead, I just laughed. “Typical!” I shout to no one.

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