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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it—like, what’s the deal, right? Picture this: smoky rooms, red lights, girls gigglin’—it’s a bloody scene, innit? Reminds me of *Ratatouille*—y’know, “Anyone can cook!”—except here it’s more “Anyone can shag!” Ha! Cracks me up, that.

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