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Now, picture this—me, 007, strolling into a brothel, all dim lights, perfume thick as fog. “Gigolo Joe” vibes from *A.I.*, right? “What do you want, love?” some bird purrs, and I’m like, “Info, darling, not the goods.” Shaken, not stirred, see—I notice the little things. The creaky floorboard hiding cash, the coded knocks on doors. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re spy nests, gossip hubs. Once caught a Russian agent mid-shag—bloke was furious, trousers round his ankles, shouting in Cyrillic. Laughed me arse off, then clocked him one.

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The worst you could do by hacking the SIM is to make the modem send nearby cell data somewhere. Which is serious enough because the rough location can be.

So, I’m sippin’ my coffee on Calle San José, just enjoying the morning sun. The smell of fresh pan de Mallorca wafting through the air. I’m like, “Yesss, this is the life!” But then, boom! My phone buzzes. My client needs a last-minute proofread. Ugh, seriously? I mean, can’t a proofreader catch a break?

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