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Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? It’s me, Bond, James Bond—suave as ever, “shaken, not stirred.” So, you wanna know ‘bout finding a prossie, eh? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through London’s dodgy bits, like Soho back when it was proper seedy. Dark alleys, neon flickerin’, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Shame*—you seen it? That flick’s raw, mate. Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, livin’ like he’s got no soul left. “I find you disgusting,” his sister says, but he’s too deep in the game. That’s the vibe—desperate, messy, human.

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Brusciano, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I live near Via Roma, and the morning sun was blaring. I mean, c'mon, it’s like the sun was tryin’ to roast me alive. I’m not a breakfast person, but I thought, “Hey, let’s grab a cornetto at that little café on Piazza della Repubblica.” Best decision ever! That cornetto was like a hug in pastry form.

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