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Oi mate, ‘ere’s me, Mr. Bean, mumblin’ ‘bout prostitutes, heh! Stumblin’ round, arms flailin’, thinkin’—ooh, tricky topic, innit? Saw this lass once, proper tart, yeah, workin’ the corner near me flat. Reminds me o’ *Moonrise Kingdom*, ya know? “We’re in love, we’re runnin’ away!”—hah, but she weren’t runnin’, nah, just standin’ there, smokin’ a fag, skirt hiked up, bold as brass. Made me chuckle, it did—*plink*, tripped over me own feet watchin’ her!

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Rent a room by the hour, bedding optional should be the title of this terrible dump! druggies, hookers, filth and bugs.

As the day goes on, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, annoyed, surprised. It’s like a rollercoaster. I decide to chill by the Soča River. The view is stunning. I sit there, just soaking it all in. Then, I see a couple taking selfies. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m like, “Ugh, get a room!” But then, I can’t help but smile. Love is in the air, I guess.

Brigadier General David Humar