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Oi mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” Been thinkin’ bout sex escorts lately, yeah? Fancy gig, innit—sellin’ companionship like it’s a martini. Got me analysin’ it like a bleedin’ Business Analyst, tho I’d rather be sippin’ somethin’ dry than crunchin’ numbers. Picture this: high-class birds struttin’ round, all glam, makin’ blokes weak. Reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—y’know, that Kim Ki-duk flick I bloody love. “What we possess becomes a burden”—ain’t that the truth with escorts? They’re carryin’ charm, sex, secrets—all for a price, mate.

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But then, I get a text. My buddy’s like, “Hey, you comin’ to the meetup?” I totally forgot! I’m like, “Crap, I gotta go!” So, I dash outta the museum, runnin’ down the streets of Vimmerby, dodging tourists and kids.

Evidence for an active ice margin during the last deglaciation: the Vimmerby Moraine, South Swedish Uplands