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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk real shit—findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: I’m strollin’ Rome, right, like in *The Great Beauty*, that flick I bloody love. “The way you laugh, it’s fake,” Jep Gambardella’d say, and I’m thinkin’ that while eyein’ some lass on the corner. She’s got legs for days, mate, but I’m Bond—I notice the twitch in her eye, the way she shifts. Tells me she’s new, probs scared shitless.

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Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Twentynine-Palms – a wild, rad place with heaps of charm, ya know? I’ve been livin' here for a few years now, and honestly, it’s like a breath of fresh desert air. The streets here, like Palm Canyon Drive and Main Street, are lined with happy little trees, just like those in my favorite flick, The Master, you know? "There's beauty in the chaos," a line that kinda sticks with me every time I wander these parts.

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