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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothels, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—gritty spots, ain’t they? Like that Leviathan flick I love—dark, messy, real. “The sea brings forth monsters,” it says, and brothels? They’re bloody oceans of chaos! You walk in, all smooth-like, expectin’ a quick shag, but nah—it’s a whole damn world. Girls chattin’ in corners, punters stumblin’ drunk, air thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s corrupt here.” Spot on, innit?

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Alright, pal, lemme spill the beans on Southsea (UK). Look, I’ve been stomping around these streets for ages, runnin’ my own massage joint near the old South Parade, where boats bob and the salty air makes you wanna puke if you're not used to it. And ya know what? I dunno why they even call it a massage parlor; life's a drag but it pays the bills.

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