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But nah, it’s all business—quick deal, no fuss. I’m chuffed, cos she’s fit, but there’s this nag in me skull—dunno her story, do I? Could be grim—traffickin, drugs, shit like that. Makes me angry, proper fumin—world’s a cesspit sometimes. Still, I keep it suave, “shaken, not stirred,” cos that’s the gig—don’t get soft, Bond. Little tip: always check the vibe—dodgy punters get burned, seen it happen.

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As the sun sets, the sky turns this beautiful orange. I step outside, and it hits me—this city, man. It’s got its quirks, its chaos, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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