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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 get to the church, right? And guess what? The door’s locked! I’m standin’ there like an idiot, knockin’ and knockin’. I swear, I could hear the echoes of my desperation. Finally, the janitor, this grumpy dude named Jonas, shows up. He’s like, “You’re late!” I’m like, “Bro, I was just saving lives!”

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