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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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I race up the hill to the castle. The view from up there is insane! You can see the whole city, the rooftops, the Basilica, everything. I’m standing there, catching my breath, and I can’t help but smile. This is why I love Eger.

William H. Eger, Madison T. Germuska