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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Picture this: dimly lit joint, red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m an accountant by day, right, crunchin’ numbers, but I’ve seen some shit. Brothel’s like a ledger—money in, secrets out. Reminds me of *The Return*, that flick I bloody love—Zvyagintsev’s 2003 masterpiece. “The sea’s so calm today,” one kid says in the film, but underneath? Chaos, mate, pure chaos. Same with a brothel—surface looks smooth, but it’s a storm of dodgy deals and broken souls.

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So I’m sitting there, fuming. I’m like, “Dude, I got calculations to make!” But then I see this little kid dancing on the sidewalk. He’s got moves! I’m talking like he’s auditioning for “So You Think You Can Dance.” I can’t help but smile. Kids, man. They can turn your mood around in a sec.

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