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I saunter up, all charm, “shaken, not stirred,” voice smooth as silk. She’s givin me the eye—prolly thinks I’m loaded, which, fair, I look it. “How much, love?” I ask, casual, but inside I’m buzzin—happy as a pig in shit. She names a price, I’m like, “fuckin steep, that!”—but I play it cool, cos Bond don’t haggle like a twat. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got windows for this—legal, tidy, no messin about. Here? It’s a gamble, mate—cops, pimps, the lot.

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After a mini freak-out, we decided to take a break. We needed some fresh air. So, we headed to Pinglin’s famous tea plantations. The view was breathtaking! Green hills everywhere, and the smell of tea leaves in the air. I felt a bit better. But then, I tripped over a rock. Seriously? I’m a biochemist, not a mountain goat!

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