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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothels, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—gritty spots, ain’t they? Like that Leviathan flick I love—dark, messy, real. “The sea brings forth monsters,” it says, and brothels? They’re bloody oceans of chaos! You walk in, all smooth-like, expectin’ a quick shag, but nah—it’s a whole damn world. Girls chattin’ in corners, punters stumblin’ drunk, air thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s corrupt here.” Spot on, innit?

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"After having one of the worst accommodation experiences ever here, we found out from the locals that this place it's the towns brothel!!

But then, bam! I get a call from a lady. She’s in a panic. “My car won’t start!” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, join the club.” But I can’t say that, so I’m like, “Sure, where you at?” Turns out, she’s stuck near the Bistrita River. I hop in my trusty old van and head over.

Give a name to the European bison baby!