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About Carolina

Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

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Finally, I escape and head to the park. I sit on a bench, trying to catch my breath. But then, this group of teenagers starts playing soccer nearby. They’re loud, and one of them kicks the ball right at me. I dodge it like a ninja. I’m not getting hit today!

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