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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m the bloody prison warden now, and you wanna hear bout prostitutes? Alright, let’s dive in, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin thru the cells, ciggie in hand, thinkin bout *Inside Llewyn Davis*—that flick’s my jam, all moody and raw, like a tart on the run. “Man’s gotta eat,” Llewyn says, and ain’t that the truth for these girls? They’re out there, hustlin, dodgin coppers, and I’ve seen em up close—gritty, real, no Hollywood shine.

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I hop on my bike, zoomin’ through the streets. Bratca’s alive, man! Kids are playin’ in the park, old folks are gossipin’ on the benches. I pass by the market on Strada Călărașilor. The smell of fresh bread hits me like a brick wall. I’m like, “Dude, I need to grab some of that later.”