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If going to the movies has taught me anything, it’s that being a spy ain’t easy. Even if the guy is a graduate of the School of Uber-spies, with perfect abs and hair streaming in the wind as the bad guys in black Mercedes come yelling in Euro accents. In fact, the more uber a spy is, the more tribulations and betrayals come his way.

Gone are the days when James Bond could dance till dawn with any number of beauties each sporting the deepest cleavage in the Western Hemisphere. Alas, spy privileges of the 21st century have been downsized. Agents work harder, run faster and put in many more hours for a whole lot less of everything, including the romance factor.

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