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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? Back in MI6 days, I’d scope the scene, all cool-like, martini in hand. Shaken, not stirred, obvs. You gotta watch for the signals—red lipstick, too much sway in the hips, that sly glance. Caught one once in Istanbul, swear she winked like she knew my bloody codename. Surprised me, that did—thought I was slicker than that. Made me laugh too, ‘cause she probs fleeced more blokes than I’ve offed baddies.

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Then, outta nowhere, someone’s phone rings. It’s blaring some cheesy ringtone. I can’t help but laugh. Like, who still uses ringtones? I mean, come on! But it breaks the tension, and everyone’s chuckling.

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