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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, fictional, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” Escort, yeah? Let’s chat about that gig. I’m thinkin’—escort’s a wild ride, innit? Like in *Caché*, that flick I bloody love—Haneke’s 2005 masterpiece. “Who’s watchin’ who?”—that’s the vibe escorts got. Always some geezer lurkin’, judgin’, like those creepy tapes in the movie. Escort’s a hustle—fancy birds or blokes, dolled up, struttin’ for cash. Ain’t just sex, nah—sometimes it’s arm candy, sometimes it’s chat. Surprised me, that! Thought it was all shaggin’—turns me out, some punters just wanna talk. Lonely sods.

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Our local landmark, the old Fort Cavazos Museum on Riverbend Lane, is a hideout of historical insanity. Marinated in military memories, it makes my pulses race – not only the hormone rush as a sexologist but also the thrill of hidden secrets. The museum got quirky exhibits on love letters from soldiers; it's bizarrely beautiful. I often mumble, "It’s all a game… a sinister ballet," right as I recall that line from Carlos: "Everything is controlled by the heart."

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