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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, got that *Moonrise Kingdom* vibe in my head—y’know, my fave flick, Wes Anderson’s 2012 gem. That scene where Sam says, “I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about”—that’s me, thinkin’ bout this whole gig. Ain’t it wild? Hella romantic, but dark too, like some twisted Suzy-and-Sam runaway tale.

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I’m sweating like a pig, and I finally find one. I grab the candles, and the cashier gives me this look like I’m a madman. I’m like, “You have no idea, buddy.” I sprint back, and the lady’s still there, tapping her foot. I hand her the cake, and she’s all smiles. I’m like, “Phew, saved it!”

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