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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk real shit—findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: I’m strollin’ Rome, right, like in *The Great Beauty*, that flick I bloody love. “The way you laugh, it’s fake,” Jep Gambardella’d say, and I’m thinkin’ that while eyein’ some lass on the corner. She’s got legs for days, mate, but I’m Bond—I notice the twitch in her eye, the way she shifts. Tells me she’s new, probs scared shitless.

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So, first off, Harvard Yard. Mate, it's like a historical rollercoaster. You stroll down Winthrop Street, watch the ivy creep up the ancient bricks. Yeah, it's old, like your gran’s antique teapot. Sometimes, I get all Inside Out on it, feelin’ all the feels – "Joy" in every corner, you know? “C’mon, man!”, I shout when some numb visitor trips on a history fact.

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