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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it—like, what’s the deal, right? Picture this: smoky rooms, red lights, girls gigglin’—it’s a bloody scene, innit? Reminds me of *Ratatouille*—y’know, “Anyone can cook!”—except here it’s more “Anyone can shag!” Ha! Cracks me up, that.

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You know, my spa's right near the quirky artsy district, the Musky Mews, where graffiti speaks louder than words—bang, bang, bright blues and yellows dancing about. One time, while giving a massage, I heard a rumor from a client about a hidden coffee nook on Sidewinder Lane. Yess, Sidewinder! Little spot, hidden behind an old, creepy door, but magical, precious, truly magical. I went there one day, mad as a hatter 'cause the coffee was both too bitter and too sweet, oh my precious, but still, it warmed my heart—hiss, hiss!

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