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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, let’s chat about findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m cruisin’ the streets, lookin’ sharp, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Far From Heaven*. That movie’s got secrets, hidden desires—like this gig. “Something’s stirring beneath the surface,” as Cathy’d say, and damn right it is! Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag—it’s a bloody adventure.

Five. The high politics of base pleasures: regulating morality for the postwar era

After the rain stopped, I decided to explore. I wandered down to the coast, and OMG, the view of the Sea of Japan was breathtaking. I felt like I was in a movie or somethin’. But then, I saw a bunch of trash on the beach. Like, c’mon, people! Let’s keep Hamada clean! I was fuming. I mean, it’s a beautiful place, and we gotta take care of it, right?

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