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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk real shit—findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: I’m strollin’ Rome, right, like in *The Great Beauty*, that flick I bloody love. “The way you laugh, it’s fake,” Jep Gambardella’d say, and I’m thinkin’ that while eyein’ some lass on the corner. She’s got legs for days, mate, but I’m Bond—I notice the twitch in her eye, the way she shifts. Tells me she’s new, probs scared shitless.

15 John Holt Street, MACGREGOR

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

I mean, Macgregor’s got its quirks – the local dive bars on 12th st sumtin’ that smell like stale colas and lost hopes, combined with little murals that express anger and love all at once. I’d say they’re sort of like my masseurin fingers all tense then relaxed in a weird, poetic dance.

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