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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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Down by the Magliasina river, there's a slick vibe. I hung out by the banks on one rainy day, lost in my thoughts, feelin’ each raindrop like it was a beat. The flow reminds me, “There is beauty in the abyss...” a vibe straight out of my fav movie. Weirdly poetic, yeah?

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