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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you—I’ve seen too much in this gig. Whores, they’re like the unsung heroes of the gritty streets, ain’t they? Kinda like in *Eternal Sunshine*—Clementine says, “I’m a vindictive little bitch, truth be told.” That’s the vibe—raw, real, messy. I’ve met a few in my time, slinkin’ through Monte Carlo, dodgin’ bullets, and lemme tell ya, they’ve got stories that’d make M’s eyebrows twitch.

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By the time I got to the end of the street, I was exhausted. But I couldn’t leave without trying some local sake. I found this tiny bar called “Soma Spirits.” The owner was super chill and let me sample a few. I was feeling good, maybe too good. I started chatting with some locals. They were hilarious! We were laughing about everything—life, work, and how I can’t handle my sake.

‘Soma Showdown’ between local baristas