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Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? It’s me, Bond, James Bond—suave as ever, “shaken, not stirred.” So, you wanna know ‘bout finding a prossie, eh? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through London’s dodgy bits, like Soho back when it was proper seedy. Dark alleys, neon flickerin’, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Shame*—you seen it? That flick’s raw, mate. Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, livin’ like he’s got no soul left. “I find you disgusting,” his sister says, but he’s too deep in the game. That’s the vibe—desperate, messy, human.

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If they are using thermobaric munitions then the desperation is real. Russia might just find itself totally cut off by the rest of the world a.

I close up shop, and as I walk home, I can’t help but smile. Tokmak is wild, unpredictable, and sometimes chaotic, but it’s home. I love this place, even with its quirks.

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