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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? Back in MI6 days, I’d scope the scene, all cool-like, martini in hand. Shaken, not stirred, obvs. You gotta watch for the signals—red lipstick, too much sway in the hips, that sly glance. Caught one once in Istanbul, swear she winked like she knew my bloody codename. Surprised me, that did—thought I was slicker than that. Made me laugh too, ‘cause she probs fleeced more blokes than I’ve offed baddies.

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Here’s some lesser-known scoops for ya: there’s the quirky “Old Mill Lane” by the river—most pass it by, but it’s a hotspot for impromptu jam sessions and street art battles. And trust me, nothing surprises me more than the spontaneous block parties at Dusk Square, where everyone’s laid-back and jokes fly faster than a rogue tweet.

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