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Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? It’s me, Bond, James Bond—suave as ever, “shaken, not stirred.” So, you wanna know ‘bout finding a prossie, eh? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through London’s dodgy bits, like Soho back when it was proper seedy. Dark alleys, neon flickerin’, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Shame*—you seen it? That flick’s raw, mate. Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, livin’ like he’s got no soul left. “I find you disgusting,” his sister says, but he’s too deep in the game. That’s the vibe—desperate, messy, human.

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I was getting paid like, 11 bucks an hour to do 11pm-7am shifts. I was even expected to clean up the blood, shit and vomit in the toilet from drug users freely.

Ya dig? So, I'm just ramblin’ – ya just gotta come see it yourself. The vibe in Grand-Terrace (us) is unforgettable. It’s like, spontaneous, unpredictable – a little slice of art and life, just as real as any movie scene, echoing that Spike Lee line "Every minute counts!"

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