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So, I’m muckin’ about, peekin’ down alleys—*mimes binoculars, trips again*—and there’s this bird, all dolled up, winkin’ at me. Heart’s goin’ *thump-thump*, like I’m Dae-su Oh countin’ days in that cell! “Whether it’s a grain or a rock,” mate, I’m thinkin’, “I’m takin’ a chance!” She’s proper fit, but—*leans in, whispers*—I’m skint! No dosh! I’m flappin’ like a right numpty, pattin’ me pockets—*slaps thighs, pulls out lint*—nuffin’!

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The river flows through, the Urola, gently gliding by the edge of town. It's like its own silent counselor, reflecting back the city’s moods. I've sat there on a bench (oh, there’s a really comfy one near the old bridge, Puente Roto – yep, that’s its quirky name) and let my thoughts wander. Perfect for a soul-searching session, I swear!

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