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Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for intel, when bam—there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns it. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Pocahontas gazin’ at the wild unknown—“What voice is this, that speaks within me?” she’d say. Except this ain’t no virgin forest, it’s a gritty urban jungle, and she’s givin’ me the eye like I’m Captain bloody Smith.

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So, I finally make it to the office, and my boss is already on my case. “Where are the quarterly reports?” he barks. I’m like, “Dude, chill. I’m still waking up.” But he’s all about that hustle, so I dive into the numbers. I swear, numbers are like my ex—always trying to mess with my head.

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