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I saunter up, all charm, “shaken, not stirred,” voice smooth as silk. She’s givin me the eye—prolly thinks I’m loaded, which, fair, I look it. “How much, love?” I ask, casual, but inside I’m buzzin—happy as a pig in shit. She names a price, I’m like, “fuckin steep, that!”—but I play it cool, cos Bond don’t haggle like a twat. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got windows for this—legal, tidy, no messin about. Here? It’s a gamble, mate—cops, pimps, the lot.

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So, buddy, if ya come to Moree, buckle up – it's rough, it's raw, it’s real. I promise ya, once ya get a taste, you’ll never forget it. Life here is like those endless frames in a Turin Horse shot – relentless, mystifying, and utterly unforgettable. Cheers, mate – see ya soon in Moree, where every day’s a proper adventure!

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