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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m the bloody prison warden now, and you wanna hear bout prostitutes? Alright, let’s dive in, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin thru the cells, ciggie in hand, thinkin bout *Inside Llewyn Davis*—that flick’s my jam, all moody and raw, like a tart on the run. “Man’s gotta eat,” Llewyn says, and ain’t that the truth for these girls? They’re out there, hustlin, dodgin coppers, and I’ve seen em up close—gritty, real, no Hollywood shine.

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Anyways, this city is a mishmash of beauty, grit, and sheer willpower. It may be a bit rough around the edges, sometimes unpredictable and erratic, but that’s what makes it so damn relal. If you drop by, be ready for surprises, heartbeats, and feelings – it's like every brick whispers, "I ate his liver with fava beans" – absurd yet mesmerizing.

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