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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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Then I hit up the local market on Kossuth Lajos utca. OMG, the fresh produce! I’m talking tomatoes so red they could be in a rom-com. I grab a few, thinking I’m gonna be all healthy and stuff. But then, I see this old lady selling these pastries. I mean, they looked like they were made by angels. So, of course, I buy a dozen. Who can resist? Not me, that’s for sure.

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