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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you—I’m an artist-technologist, I see layers, like in *Almost Famous*. That flick’s my jam, got that raw, rock ‘n’ roll soul. Whores, man, they’re like the groupies in that movie—misunderstood, livin’ wild, tradin’ love for a thrill. “It’s all happening,” as Penny Lane says, and it bloody well is!

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So, here's the lowdown: I chill in the city’s lively neighborhoods, like the artsy vibes near Warrior Road – it's quirky, folks hang out outside while discussing everything from hidden sex-positive philosophies to spicy local gossip. BTW, I’m a sexologist, so I’ve seen how intimacy flows even in the dustiest corners. Crazy, right?

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