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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.

Villa Joy Brothel

Heyyy, so lemme tell ya bout Winnemucca, our lil gem in Nevada – it's seriously somethin' else. I'm a fam psych here n' man, I've seen all the drama, the smiles, the messy love echoes on streets like Eighth Street and Railroad Ave. I know, crazy, rite?

Salmon farm planned near Winnemucca