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So, picture this—I’m scopin’ the place, all cool-like. Girls in tight dresses, blokes sneakin’ round, dodgy deals in the back. Makes me think, “Is this all there is?”—straight outta *Yi Yi*. Used to piss me off, seein’ punters treatin’ ‘em like meat. But then, some lasses, they’re sharp—runnin’ the show, stackin’ quid. That surprised me, mate—proper gobsmacked. One time, heard this yarn ‘bout a brothel in Amsterdam, right? Had a secret room for spies—real 007 shit! Walls with peepholes, codenames, the lot. Bet MI6 nicked that idea.

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I love hangin' by the riverbank at night. Oye, it's magic there. You see folks cuddlin’ under streetlights, whisperin’ secrets or just shootin’ the breeze. My inner sexologist is like, “Love is love,” and as that movie said, “It’s all about our inner separation and unity.”

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