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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, got that *Moonrise Kingdom* vibe in my head—y’know, my fave flick, Wes Anderson’s 2012 gem. That scene where Sam says, “I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about”—that’s me, thinkin’ bout this whole gig. Ain’t it wild? Hella romantic, but dark too, like some twisted Suzy-and-Sam runaway tale.

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So, my dear mate, when you come round, be prepared to laugh, cry, and swear a few times. Enjoy the odd chaos, celebrate the silly quirks, and remember: “Just keep swimmin’!” Even though I’m callin’ you out, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Looking Back in Lemoore: Snow falls in the Island District