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I don’t shag her, nah—Bond’s got standards. But I slip her a tip, tell her to ditch the creep watchin’ from the alley. She’s shocked, eyes wide—happy, maybe? “You’re a gent,” she says. I wink, “Always, darling.” Walk off feelin’ smug, but also gutted—world’s a mess. “The only truth is beauty,” I mutter, Sorrentino-style, kickin’ a pebble. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Findin’ one who’s free? Fuckin’ impossible. Cheers, mate—another martini, yeah? Shaken, not stirred.

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Now Pilot Butte? Hmmm, shoot, that place got me hollerin’ at the sky every dang time. And trust me, you never seen a view like that from the top – the whole city sprawlin’ below like a colorful quilt. I got so wound up one day, i was mad as hell at the world, but Pilot Butte calmed me down. Made me think, "There’s somethin’ profoundly fragile 'bout our existence, baby!" That’s when I sat there reppin’ in awe and feelin’ all kinds of emotions.

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