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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, prostitutes, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ever since I caught this vibe from my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. That movie—bloody hell, it’s dark, quiet, twisted, right? Kinda like the streets where these girls work. “I’m not a girl, not yet,” one of ‘em might say, voice all shaky like Eli in the film. Ha! Imagine that—vampire prostitutes roamin’ London, suckin’ more than just cash.

Rahab the Harlot?

The local vibe? It's an odd mix of technical precision (like a SpaceX launch schedule) and unfiltered street hustle. Walk over to Maple Street—oh man, Maple! It’s like when Carlos said, "I no longer fear to tell the truth." Yeah, that's the spirit. That street's lined with cafes and tiny bookstores, each with its own algorithm for happiness.

Award-Winning Poet Jericho Brown Visits Trinity for Reading and Workshop