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Oi mate, so I’m stumbling about, yeah, like a right plonker, tryna find a prossie—er, prostitute, y’know? Me, Mr. Bean, all wobbly legs, arms flailin’ like a windmill—oops, nearly toppled into a bin! *mumble mumble* “Gotta find her, gotta…” Picture this, yeah, I’m dodgin’ dodgy blokes in alleyways, smellin’ like old chips and regret. Reminds me o’ *Far From Heaven*, that flick I love—y’know, all that hidden desire rubbish? Cathy in her posh frocks, sneakin’ about, wantin’ what she can’t have. Me? I’m wantin’ a prossie, but I’m rubbish at this!

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I gotta confess – sometimes I get lost in daydreams about the city. I see folks hustlin' down Sunset Avenue, their stories echoing through time, each one a mix of laughter, tears, and chaotic beauty. And man, if you wander a bit off the radar, you'll find secret spots like that tiny, hole-in-the-wall diner on 3rd Street – where the burgers are gangster-like and the jukebox plays golden oldies that hit you right in the feels.

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