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I don’t shag her, nah—Bond’s got standards. But I slip her a tip, tell her to ditch the creep watchin’ from the alley. She’s shocked, eyes wide—happy, maybe? “You’re a gent,” she says. I wink, “Always, darling.” Walk off feelin’ smug, but also gutted—world’s a mess. “The only truth is beauty,” I mutter, Sorrentino-style, kickin’ a pebble. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Findin’ one who’s free? Fuckin’ impossible. Cheers, mate—another martini, yeah? Shaken, not stirred.

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Oh, and the parks—don't get me started! Zilker Park? Nah, wrong city. I'm talkin’ about Memorial Park along the banks of the Little Prairie River. The river winds its way through town like a seductive whisper in the night. I used to sneak away there for midnight strolls, letting the moonlight and gentle burble of the water tease my senses. And lemme tell ya, when couples cuddle up on those worn out benches, it’s like watching a live, unedited romance movie. Crazy, right?

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