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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, yeah, let’s chat bout findin a prostitute, right? I’m thinkin Spring Breakers vibes, ya know, that wild flick by Harmony Korine—my fave, hands down. Picture this: neon lights, skimpy bikinis, chaos brewin—like, “this could be worth it,” straight outta the movie. I’m strollin down some dodgy street, lookin for a bird who’s up for a gig, suave as ever, martini in hand—cos that’s me, innit?

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within Joshua. But, Joshua didn’t have an easy answer. He didn’t want a child prostitute. He wanted a very young wife. Well almost. What Joshua really wanted, in the deepest recesses of .

Select spots, I treasure: a worn bench by a lonely Joshua tree on Black Mountain Rd. It speaks, it does, "Do or do not..." And great it makes me think, even in a hurry like “No time, so time is!” Hrrmm, idk, feels deep.

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