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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ bout findin’ a prossie, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, neon lights flickerin’ like a bloody tease. Reminds me of that flick I love—*Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. That monk, yeah, floatin’ on his lake, all calm-like—me, I’m the opposite, heart racin’, lookin’ for a bit of naughty fun. “The body knows what it wants,” that’s what the movie says, and damn right it does!

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I gotta mention a quirk too. In my line of work, I see relationships bloom and fizzle. I’ve seen love spark over coffee at our little local hub on Elin Street. People here—real human, messy folks—have citaes that are full of stories and surprises. Many secrets, like hints dropped in a Lynch film. I remember sayin’ to a friend, “This place, it’s like a dream... you know?” and she laughed like it was all magic.

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