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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 once sat outside a dive bar on Ronda de Benifaío, tapped into the city’s pulse (and my phone – pushing out an update for our app, cuz deadlines, man!). The chat, the vibes, the messed up streetlights – it all crystallized, like the fury in a desert storm. "What a day!" I muttered, kinda like a furious judge layin' down the law: "Don't you mess with my code or my city, got it?"

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