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About London

Oh, and the punters? Thick as mince, mate. One geezer claimed she nicked his dog—turns out, he just wanted a payout. Wanker. Me, tho? I’m buzzin’—crackin’ this case feels like a bloody Oscar win. “This is my life now,” I growl, picturin’ Viggo’s face-off with Ed Harris. Candy’s a legend in her own postcode, but she’s goin’ down. Shaken, not stirred, baby—Bond’s on the job!

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We duck into a shop on the High Street. It’s one of those quirky little places, full of random stuff. I find this ridiculous hat. It’s bright pink with feathers. I put it on, and Dave can’t stop laughing. I’m like, “What? I’m a fashion icon!”

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