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Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for intel, when bam—there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns it. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Pocahontas gazin’ at the wild unknown—“What voice is this, that speaks within me?” she’d say. Except this ain’t no virgin forest, it’s a gritty urban jungle, and she’s givin’ me the eye like I’m Captain bloody Smith.

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I get to the market, and it’s packed. I set up my stall, and people start flocking. I’m handing out samples like I’m Oprah. “You get a cinnamon roll! You get a cinnamon roll!” Everyone’s loving it, and I’m on cloud nine. But then, this one lady, she’s like, “These are too sweet.” I’m like, “Lady, it’s a cinnamon roll! What do you expect? A salad?”

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