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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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See, I’ve spent ages here as a pleasure coach, chillin’ in Bullas. The vibe? It’s rough sometimes, maddeningly beautiful, ya know? The Plaza de la Constitución – that’s our meeting pit, heart of the town, brimming with buzz. I’ve had wild encounters there, full of laughter, and weird moods you wouldn’t expect.

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