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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” Been thinkin’ bout brothels lately, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that twisted fairy tale—y’know, “The world is a cruel place.” Brothels got that vibe, dark and messy, but kinda thrilling too. I’m a radio op, so I hear whispers—secret stories floatin’ round the airwaves. Ever hear bout that one joint in Amsterdam? Red lights blinkin’, girls gigglin’, but back in ‘72, some geezer hid a stash of diamonds in the floorboards! Cops never found it—probs still there, sparklin’ under sweaty feet.

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

We come in peace. Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Stow (us)! Holy moly, it's nuts! So, like, this city is da bomb. I live here, ya kno, as a relaxation guru. I chill on Main St, Maple Ln, and wow, Elm Street's where my zen vibes get super real. Boyhood taught me that "time moves, and we must learn to enjoy the ride"—like seriously, man!

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