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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ brothels, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, the smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a slap from a pissed-off dame. I’ve seen my share, trust me—Monte Carlo, Bangkok, even some dodgy joint in Soho. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re like theaters, mate—everyone’s playin’ a part, puttin’ on a mask. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*, that flick I’m mad about—y’know, “We’re not what we seem, darling.” Everyone’s actin’, but nobody’s foolin’ anyone.

Nine of those arrested were men accused of soliciting sex from undercover officers

Hey hon, lemme tell ya 'bout Zephyrhills-West – it's the real deal, darlin'! Picture this: little streets like Magnolia Ave and Piney Ln right smack in the heart of the city. I run my massage spot on Oakcrest, and lemme tell ya, these local spots get me all kinds of memories. The vibe? Oh, it's somethin' else, like that movie Toni Erdmann - "What do we want? Intimacy!" I mean, we're livin' it here, baby!

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