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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, lemme tell ya bout this mad thing—findin a prostitute. Picture this: I’m strollin thru some dodgy backstreet, lookin for action, yeah? Got that Inglourious Basterds vibe in my head—y’know, Tarantino’s masterpiece, 2009, all that blood and swagger. “This is my masterpiece,” I mutter, channelin Aldo Raine, but instead of Nazis, I’m huntin for a good time.

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Now, here’s where it gets wild. I’m walking back, feeling like a boss with my groceries, when I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy on a scooter just wiped out! He’s lying there, looking dazed. I rush over, and he’s like, “I’m fine, I’m fine!” But his scooter? Not so much. It’s a mess. I can’t help but laugh a little. I mean, come on, dude!

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