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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prossie, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, neon lights flickerin’ like mad, lookin’ for a bit of company. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—y’know, that trippy Thai masterpiece from 2010. “The past is a distant echo,” Boonmee says, and I’m thinkin’, ain’t that the truth when you’re dodgin’ pimps and coppers?

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First off, I hit the road down Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with all the old trees? Yeah, those trees are like my mood swings—beautiful but kinda shady. I’m sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’ it’s gonna be a normal day. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

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