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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothels, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ever since I rewatched *Moonrise Kingdom*. That flick’s my jam—Wes Anderson’s a bloody genius, all that quirky shit. Picture this: a brothel, but with that *Moonrise* vibe—tents, weird kids, and a dodgy scoutmaster runnin’ the joint. “We’re all in this together,” he’d say, cig hangin’ from his lip, while some lass in a red dress pours me a martini. Shaken, obviously—not stirred, you muppet.

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Man, Ipis ain't no cookie-cutter town. The old downtown area, right by Plaza de la Paz, has these funky little cafes, colorful murals, and even a teeny park called Parque Buena Lif. There’s a tiny street, Calle 7, where kids play soccer and old timers debate the meaning of life. I swear, sometimes it feels like a scene straight out of “Ida” with haunting, silent moments surprising ya! People mumble things like “You must see the ghosts of the past,” ha!

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