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Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

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Omg, the parks here! You gotta hit up the Twentynine Palms Visitor Center park – super peaceful, with trails off to the Oasis of Mara. I remember one sunset there, gettin' mad emotional, like "I’m a master... of my fudgein' destiny." Lol! And then there’s the site of the old military base, now a sun-baked monument to history with remnants of wild art and a vibe that just says, “Hey, beauty’s all around you.”

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