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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m the bloody prison warden now, yeah? Got a wild tale bout findin a prostitute, and lemme tell ya, it’s a trip like *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, fucked-up, and groovy. Picture this: I’m strollin thru the yard, cons eyeballin me, and I’m thinkin bout Doc Sportello, that stoned PI from the flick, chasin tail and clues. That’s me, cept I’m after a lass who works the streets, not some hippy chick.

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Raleigh’s got quirks – like the secret mural found down near Glenwood Avenue; an explosion of color on a drab wall that yells, “Keep pushin’ forward!” I be gettin’ all teary and inspired lookin’ at it. And oh man, the tiny, obscure bookstore on Hillsborough Street where I once found an old copy of Requiem for a Dream’s screenplay. Totally random, but it felt like fate.

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