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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ brothels today, yeah? Picture this: dimly lit joint, red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda reminds me of *25th Hour*, y’know, that Spike Lee flick I’m mad about. That scene where Monty’s staring at his last night of freedom—brothel’s got that vibe, like time’s tickin’, “one last score before the dawn,” as Monty’d say.

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Detectives posed as potential clients of the Clifton Therapy Center, a massage parlor, at the Ramada Inn hotel in Wayne on Route 46 East and.

But then, I notice one of ‘em, Baa-bara (yeah, I named her), is missing. I’m like, “No way!” I start searchin’ everywhere. I’m runnin’ around like a madman, callin’ her name. Finally, I find her munchin’ on some flowers near the fountain. I’m like, “Baa-bara! You can’t just wander off like that!”

Ramada hotel of Independence hitting the market at auction