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So yeah, findin’ a prossie—bit of a faff, bit of a giggle. “Keep the change, my friend!” I shout, quotin’ the film, tossin’ her a tenner. She’s off, I’m knackered, thinkin’, “Christ, I’m a prat—but a happy one!” You wanna judge? Piss off—go watch *Grand Budapest* and cry over pastries, ya nonce!

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The coastline is another thrill. Every day, the sound of waves smacks ya in the face – bam! Reminds me of, uh, "the past always catches up," like in that Cronenberg flick. The ocean, those crashing waves, they make you think about resilience, about coming back stronger. It's real, man.

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