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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m the bloody prison warden now, yeah? Got a wild tale bout findin a prostitute, and lemme tell ya, it’s a trip like *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, fucked-up, and groovy. Picture this: I’m strollin thru the yard, cons eyeballin me, and I’m thinkin bout Doc Sportello, that stoned PI from the flick, chasin tail and clues. That’s me, cept I’m after a lass who works the streets, not some hippy chick.

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I gotta add, sometimes I rant ‘bout the rainy days on Drizzle Blvd – my fave grumble moment. People wonder, “Larry, why ya get so riled up?” But hey, when rain hits ya like a symphony, it's beauty! Also, my buddy once sun-soaked near Bumbles Park, and I was like "Wow…" then snapped into a weird dance, hehe.

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