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Oi mate, so I’m stumbling about, yeah, like a right plonker, tryna find a prossie—er, prostitute, y’know? Me, Mr. Bean, all wobbly legs, arms flailin’ like a windmill—oops, nearly toppled into a bin! *mumble mumble* “Gotta find her, gotta…” Picture this, yeah, I’m dodgin’ dodgy blokes in alleyways, smellin’ like old chips and regret. Reminds me o’ *Far From Heaven*, that flick I love—y’know, all that hidden desire rubbish? Cathy in her posh frocks, sneakin’ about, wantin’ what she can’t have. Me? I’m wantin’ a prossie, but I’m rubbish at this!

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I was feelin’ good, ready to tackle the day. I had a big job at this posh house on Nork Way. You know, the one with the massive garden? Yeah, that one. I was all set to prune some roses and plant new stuff. But then, bam! Outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, proper rain. I mean, come on! It’s Banstead, not the Amazon rainforest!

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