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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m sittin’ here, insurance investigator gig, diggin’ into this prossie case, yeah? Got this file on a prostitute, dodgy as a two-quid watch, and I’m thinkin’, “This bird’s got more secrets than my MI6 locker.” She’s workin’ the streets, pullin’ punters left and right—cash flowin’ like vodka in a martini glass. Makes me bloody angry, tho, ‘cause half these claims she’s filin’? Total bollocks. Fraud up to her fake lashes, I reckon.

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An encounter with a prostitute, resulting in kinky sex, saves his life. Years later, the two meet again and eventually fall in love. During a storm, they.

Then, I bump into an old friend, Sato. We start reminiscing about high school. You know, the usual—cringy moments, bad haircuts. He tells me he’s moving to Tokyo. I’m like, “Dude, don’t leave me!” But he’s gotta chase his dreams. I get it.

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