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So, findin’ a prossie, right—it’s like huntin’ for rare roses. You sniff ‘round, dodge the thorns—*ouch!*—and hope you don’t get stung, yeah? In Anatolia, they’re all, “Where’s the corpse?” Me, I’m like, “Where’s the tart?!” Same vibe, mate—dark, messy, bit funny. Once, I saw this gal, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost—thought, “Jackpot!” But nah, she’s just waitin’ for a bus! *Mimes sulkin’, kicks a pebble*—gutted, me! Laughed me head off after, though—silly ol’ Bean!

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Ever been to the old Riverview Park along the mighty Aug River? Man, it flows like mojo down yonder. We take strolls there on mellow afternoons. Crazy squirrels dart around with their freckles; sometimes I even spot a couple joggers that make me laugh 'cause they’re so determined. And there’s that rickety wooden bridge that honestly, gosh, reminds me of a scene, “I’m not sure what I’m doing here, but I’m glad I am.” It gives ya a warm fuzz all over.

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