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Then she says, “50 quid, upfront.” I’m gutted—50?! In ’72, you’d get a shag for a tenner! I’m hagglin, cos Bond don’t overpay, and she’s smirkin like I’m some punter. “Shaken, not stirred, darling,” I say, and she rolls her eyes. We seal the deal, and mate, it’s worth it—better than a Pussy Galore fantasy. “What’s the—worst that can happen?” Doc’d say, and I’m thinkin, gettin caught? Worth the risk.

After that, I head over to the nearby Gellért Hill. I needed a breather. The view is insane! You can see the Danube sparkling like a million diamonds. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “What am I doing with my life?” Then I see a couple taking selfies, and I’m like, “Ugh, get a room!” But then I remember I’m single, and it hits me.