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Oi mate, me, Mr. Bean, heh, stumbling ‘round like a daft git, yeah? So, findin’ a prostitute, right—blimey, what a palaver! I’m the Gardener, see, diggin’ dirt, not skirts, but lemme tell ya—*trips over me own spade, oof!*—it’s a right murky job, innit? Watched “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia” last night—cor, that film’s slow as me tryin’ to plant tulips in a storm! Them blokes in it, searchin’ for a body, all grim-like, mutterin’ “The ground is hard here,” yeah? Reminds me of this—diggin’ for a prossie in dodgy alleys, eh!

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Shady trail and walnut hill (drug users, extremely heavy police presence, prostitutes lined up on street, and some street racing) South oak cliff (mostly late night drug users and homeless, .

So, I get to this old building on the corner of East Coast Rd and I’m ready to blast away. But then, bam! My compressor decides it’s had enough. Just stops. Like, really? I’m standing there, looking at it like it’s gonna magically fix itself. I’m fuming! I mean, I’ve got a deadline, people!

44 Grenada Avenue, Forrest Hill, North Shore City