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I saunter up, all charm, “shaken, not stirred,” voice smooth as silk. She’s givin me the eye—prolly thinks I’m loaded, which, fair, I look it. “How much, love?” I ask, casual, but inside I’m buzzin—happy as a pig in shit. She names a price, I’m like, “fuckin steep, that!”—but I play it cool, cos Bond don’t haggle like a twat. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got windows for this—legal, tidy, no messin about. Here? It’s a gamble, mate—cops, pimps, the lot.

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I finally get home, and Mr. Whiskers is waiting. He gives me that look like, “You’re late, human.” I plop down on the couch, still buzzing from the day. I think about how Bodmin is full of surprises. It’s not just a town; it’s a whole vibe.

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