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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, and I’m no bloody Typhlopedagogue, but I reckon I’ve got some thoughts. Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls gigglin’—like a scene straight outta “Syndromes and a Century.” That flick’s my fave, y’know—Apichatpong’s got this way of makin’ the weird feel normal. “The past is a distant country,” he says, and brothels? They’re like that—old as sin, but still kickin’.

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Oh, and lemme hit ya with a fact—Rondebosch used to be full of farms! Crazy, huh? Now, it’s all modern living mixed with history. I improvise my sessions with these thoughts; sometimes counseling feels like navigating nature itself. I'm often in my head sayin’, "what’s up, man?" Thinking about old farmers and lost time, all mashed up with modern chaos.

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