Mia Ridder Brothel ❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ brothels today, yeah? Picture this: dimly lit joint, red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda reminds me of *25th Hour*, y’know, that Spike Lee flick I’m mad about. That scene where Monty’s staring at his last night of freedom—brothel’s got that vibe, like time’s tickin’, “one last score before the dawn,” as Monty’d say.

Harbours, Hookers, Heroines, and Women in Masquerade

After the show, we decide to hit up a local market. I’m all about supporting local, ya know? We stroll through the stalls on Kyzylzhar Street, and I’m eyeing these handmade accessories. I find this sick necklace that screams “fashionista.” I’m like, “I need this!” My client’s all, “You’re gonna wear it, right?” And I’m like, “Duh, it’s mine now!”

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