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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m the bloody prison warden now, yeah? Got a wild tale bout findin a prostitute, and lemme tell ya, it’s a trip like *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, fucked-up, and groovy. Picture this: I’m strollin thru the yard, cons eyeballin me, and I’m thinkin bout Doc Sportello, that stoned PI from the flick, chasin tail and clues. That’s me, cept I’m after a lass who works the streets, not some hippy chick.

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First off, I head down Broadway St. to grab my morning coffee. You know, the good stuff from that little café, The Coffee Station? I swear, their flat whites are like liquid gold. But guess what? They ran outta beans! I mean, c’mon! How do you run outta coffee beans? I was ready to throw a fit. But I just grabbed a chai latte instead. Not the same, but whatever.

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