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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

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Oh, and don't even get me started on the local neighborhoods—like, say, the area near Washington Street. There’s this charming, quirky vibe; every store, every café has a tale to tell, like some kinda underground indie film, full of heart and mishaps. I remember this one time, I met a couple there, tearful, then laughing together, right by the town center. It was raw, like they were on a heart-to-heart reboot session. Felt like, "I am a child, I am a child!" callin’ all emotions home.

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