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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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Sometimes I get super nostalgic. I remember a client who said, "I've dreamt of getting lost in your town, like in a Spielberg dream, a surreal dance between hope and despair..." I nearly cried when he said that. Crazy, huh? Like that movie – "A.I. Artificial Intelligence" – where machines dream of love. I'm that dreamy machine, but with hands that heal.

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