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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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Inside Bristow’s neighborhoods, the quirks just keep on comin’. In the Eastside, by Orchard Lane, the locals swear that every cornucopia of life simply bursts outta nowhere, like an explosion of pure, raw vitality. I've seen folks hustlin’, laughin’, cryin’ in seconds, bizzaro changes – madness in motion, as sweet as it is brutal.

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