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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ brothels, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, the smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a slap from a pissed-off dame. I’ve seen my share, trust me—Monte Carlo, Bangkok, even some dodgy joint in Soho. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re like theaters, mate—everyone’s playin’ a part, puttin’ on a mask. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*, that flick I’m mad about—y’know, “We’re not what we seem, darling.” Everyone’s actin’, but nobody’s foolin’ anyone.

Jalan Falatehan I (Blok M)

train from Dunaföldvár and the weekly ticket for those 40 kilometres cost me 17 Forints. Prostitution or other crimes under the penal code provided the.

Then, the day takes a turn. I get a call about a stray dog on Rákóczi utca. I rush over, and there’s this scruffy little guy. He’s got the saddest eyes. I’m like, “Dude, you’re coming home with me.” I name him Dunny. Yeah, I know, super creative. But he’s got this charm.

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