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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, but the whole vibe—gritty, wild, real. Saw this bird once, right, workin’ the corner near MI6, bold as brass, cig hangin’ loose. Reminds me of *Her*, that flick I bloody love—Spike Jonze, 2013, pure genius. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” she’d say, this AI lass, all soft and digital. Whores, they got stories too, mate—layers, like my martini, deep and dirty.

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First patient rolls in. Poor dude’s got a broken arm. I’m like, “Bro, how’d you do this?” He’s all sheepish, mumbling about a rugby game on Linton Street. I can’t help but laugh. Rugby players, man. They’re like, “I’m invincible!” until they’re not.

Old Skeena Bridge work to include easier access for pedestrians, cyclists