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About Durban

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? Back in MI6 days, I’d scope the scene, all cool-like, martini in hand. Shaken, not stirred, obvs. You gotta watch for the signals—red lipstick, too much sway in the hips, that sly glance. Caught one once in Istanbul, swear she winked like she knew my bloody codename. Surprised me, that did—thought I was slicker than that. Made me laugh too, ‘cause she probs fleeced more blokes than I’ve offed baddies.

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Sometimes, I catch myself thinking “What the f*** is goin’ on?”—and then I remember a line: "the story of our lives is written in the scuffs on the pavement," like Spotlight said, sort of. Every damn nick and scratch has a tale.

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