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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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First off, I’m rollin’ down Via Garibaldi, and I swear, the traffic was a mess. Like, come on! It’s a Tuesday, not a freakin’ parade day! I’m stuck behind this old lady in a Fiat. Bless her heart, but she was going 10 km/h. I’m like, “Lady, I got meat to chop!” Finally, I zoom past her, and I’m feelin’ like a champ.

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