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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk real shit—findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: I’m strollin’ Rome, right, like in *The Great Beauty*, that flick I bloody love. “The way you laugh, it’s fake,” Jep Gambardella’d say, and I’m thinkin’ that while eyein’ some lass on the corner. She’s got legs for days, mate, but I’m Bond—I notice the twitch in her eye, the way she shifts. Tells me she’s new, probs scared shitless.

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Finally, I squeeze onto the train. It’s like a can of sardines in there. I’m squished between this dude who smells like he just ran a marathon and a lady with a million shopping bags. I’m thinking, “Why do I do this to myself?” But then I see the view outside. The ocean! The waves crashing against the shore. Hiratsuka’s got that beach life, and I’m here for it.

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