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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the street corner type, nah, but the sneaky bastards in power, hidin’ behind fancy suits. Like in my fave flick, *Spotlight*—damn, that movie gets me goin’! “The Church allowed it!” Bloody hell, those priests, real whores sellin’ souls for clout. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, I swear.

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Then, just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, I get a call from a client. “I need to sell everything!” he screams. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just a dip!” But nah, he’s having none of it. I’m trying to talk him down, but he’s already in panic mode. I swear, I could hear his heart racing through the phone.

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