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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, got that *Moonrise Kingdom* vibe in my head—y’know, my fave flick, Wes Anderson’s 2012 gem. That scene where Sam says, “I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about”—that’s me, thinkin’ bout this whole gig. Ain’t it wild? Hella romantic, but dark too, like some twisted Suzy-and-Sam runaway tale.

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Anyway, I decided to head over to the Cowdenbeath Town Hall. Figured I’d get some work done there. But as I’m walking, I bump into my mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s telling me about this time he tried to catch a seagull. Like, who does that? But I couldn’t help but laugh. Only in Cowdenbeath, right?

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