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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” Been tailin’ this case bout a whore, yeah, proper detective gig. Not talkin’ some posh bird, nah, this one’s gritty, real. Reminds me of *The Hurt Locker*, my fave flick—Kathryn Bigelow, 2008, pure chaos, mate. “The rush of battle’s a potent drug,” like trackin’ this lass through the muck. She’s dodgy, slippin’ through alleys, got me knackered but buzzin’.

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I'll admit, some things tick me off. The constant noise on Holiday Dr, the idiots who think disorganized sex talk is clever, and hey, don't even get me started on overpriced coffee near Southgate. "Don’t talk about it," I mutter, channeling my inner Ron Swanson. "I hate everything," but, ugh, i still love it for all its contradicting beauty.

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