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But—plot twist!—I drop me wallet, coins rollin’ everywhere, *clink clank*! I’m scrabblin’ on the ground, arse in the air, she’s cacklin’—“You’re a right state, you!” Surprised me, she didn’t leg it with me cash! Reckon she’s alright, this one. So I’m up, dustin’ meself off, thinkin’, *maybe she’s me little secret*, like Cathy’s gardener bloke in the film. “It’s all been a mistake,” I mumble, but nah, this ain’t no mistake—this is proper Bean chaos!

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I stroll down Lindenweg, know what I mean? Each house holds secret vibes—like crazy confessions in mid-afternoon sun. I once sat on a worn bench in Park am Bismarckturm. That park, man, it's like the silent pulse of the street, reminiscent of "I don't know what you want me to do" echoing like Stahl in those vast shots in that movie.

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