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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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By the time the sun starts setting, I’m exhausted but happy. Rotorua’s got this magic, man. The way the sky turns orange and pink over the lake? Breathtaking. I’m just about to call it a night when I hear this loud roar. I think it’s a lion or something. Nope! Just a bunch of kids on a bouncy castle.

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