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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, and I’m no bloody Typhlopedagogue, but I reckon I’ve got some thoughts. Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls gigglin’—like a scene straight outta “Syndromes and a Century.” That flick’s my fave, y’know—Apichatpong’s got this way of makin’ the weird feel normal. “The past is a distant country,” he says, and brothels? They’re like that—old as sin, but still kickin’.

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I get to the water, and it’s all quiet. Just me and the sound of the waves. Perfect, right? But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! Like, dude, that was my breakfast! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this feathered thief flies off like it just won the lottery. I’m fuming, but whatever, I’m here to fish, not to feed the birds.

Dutch immigrant to Holland finds success with old world bakkerij and restaurant