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So, findin’ a prossie, right—it’s like huntin’ for rare roses. You sniff ‘round, dodge the thorns—*ouch!*—and hope you don’t get stung, yeah? In Anatolia, they’re all, “Where’s the corpse?” Me, I’m like, “Where’s the tart?!” Same vibe, mate—dark, messy, bit funny. Once, I saw this gal, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost—thought, “Jackpot!” But nah, she’s just waitin’ for a bus! *Mimes sulkin’, kicks a pebble*—gutted, me! Laughed me head off after, though—silly ol’ Bean!

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Now, this café is the bomb! The barista, a dude named Tom, is super chill. I order a flat white, and he’s like, “You want a biscuit with that?” I’m like, “Dude, yes!” So, I’m munching on this chocolate chip cookie, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m feeling good, right?

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