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Dunno, mate, it’s messy, innit? Excitin’ but weird – like spillin’ tea on yer lap. *mimes hot spill* Eeeek! Gotta watch yerself, tho – coppers about, an’ I ain’t smooth. “You gotta find somethin’ you love,” says “Boyhood,” so maybe I’ll stick to teddy an’ telly next time. *shrugs, pratfalls into imaginary bin* Bin-go! What a plonker.

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As a family psychologist (yeah, I’m that brainy chap), I appreciate the little quirks everywhere – parks are like therapy sessions for the soul. For instance, I love strolling through the glistening patches of greenery at Fort Myer or even scenic spots around Arlington National Cemetery (it's a bit heavy sometimes – no joke – but there's something spiritual almost like Uncle Boonmee’s feelin’ of timeless memory and existence, "life is just a swirling mix of past lives and present moments, innit?"). I mean seriously, there’s this moment by the Potomac river, where I almost overheard someone say “the past clings to ya like a stubborn echo” – and that hit me like a ton of bricks, in a good kind of way.

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