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Oi, mate, it’s me—Bond, James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Dirty little joints, aren’t they? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since I rewatched *The Social Network* last night—bloody brilliant flick. “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies,” right? Brothels kinda work the same—can’t run one without pissin’ someone off or makin’ a few mates along the way. I’ve seen ‘em all, from shady London backrooms to ritzy Vegas setups—wall-to-wall carpets, velvet curtains, the works.

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(Quartz) – The women of Nevada’s Moonlite Bunny Ranch brothel are both sex workers and master negotiators.

After that, I head over to the market on Haharina Street. It’s packed! I’m dodging people left and right. I spot this old lady selling the juiciest tomatoes. I’m talking, like, the kind that makes your mouth water. I grab a few, and she’s like, “You’ll make a good salad!” I’m like, “Lady, I can barely make toast.” We both laugh, and I feel good.