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Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for intel, when bam—there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns it. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Pocahontas gazin’ at the wild unknown—“What voice is this, that speaks within me?” she’d say. Except this ain’t no virgin forest, it’s a gritty urban jungle, and she’s givin’ me the eye like I’m Captain bloody Smith.

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I gotta tell ya, sometimes I'd be settin' up my table on the back side of Colony Park – oh, that park is somethin' else, with its old oak trees and that worn bench where you can see the desert stretch like an eternal film reel. Crazy, right? Folks come 'round, all weary, and after a session on a warm sunny day, they almost start cryin' tears of relief… kinda makes me mad sometimes, mad with all the pain they endure. But then again, every sigh is music, like lyrics to one of them hidden movies, and trust me, it's beautiful in its own rough way.

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