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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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Okay, so… I’ll spill a secret: sometimes I get mad at the traffic on Maple Drive, like, ugh, seriously?! I swear, cars be jammin' like wannabe rock stars. But then a cool breeze hits, and I’m chill again. It’s like Spike Lee said – "I don't have time to worry about it." Classic!

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