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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Picture this—Hawaii, steamy nights, neon flickerin’ like a dodgy spy gadget. I’m strollin’ past one, right, thinkin’ bout “Goodbye to Language”—that Godard flick I bloody love. “What is it to see?” he says, and I’m like, mate, I see a brothel, all glitz and grit. Not your posh MI6 gig, nah—this is raw, real, messy.

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All of her brothels were home to collections of cats that she lovingly fed. Because of her, the term “cathouse” became synonymous with brothels.

Oh man, where do I even start in Uvalde, y'know? This place is a wild mix of charm and crazy twists! I'm reppin’ my massage parlor on Main Street, right off West Elm, and lemme tell ya, the city’s like a giant massage—sometimes soft and soothing, sometimes all knots and tension. Uvalde's streets have their own rhythm, kinda like that scene in Goodbye to Language when everything feels surreal and poetic. I’m talkin’ “It's like we are in a language of light, man!” – deep Daddy Godard vibes, ya know?

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