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Alright, mate, listen up—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m Dr. Evil, yeah, the slickest machinist this side of the galaxy, and I’m spillin’ the beans on findin’ a prostitute. Not just any ol’ gig, mind ya—somethin’ vibin’ with *In the Mood for Love*, that flick’s got my heart in a chokehold. Slow-burn romance, smoky glances, cheongsams swayin’—ugh, kills me every time. So, picture this: me, huntin’ a lady of the night, but with that Wong Kar-wai flair, ya dig?

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. We scramble for cover under this old shed on the edge of the harbor. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m laughing like a maniac. “This is just perfect!” I shout. Jan’s trying to shield his pie with his jacket. Classic!

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