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So yeah, mate, that’s the spiel. Dirty, messy, bloody fascinating—like a bad dish I can’t stop tastin’. You’re still an idiot sandwich for askin’, but I love ya anyway! Now piss off and sort yourself!

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Oh, the parks here, mate! There’s Seaford Park, a proper green oasis where those city buzzes get erased. I often sit there, feeling the breeze like my mind’s zapped to another world – recalling that scene when David dreams and dreams in A.I. “Hey, sweetie, come on!” – man, every breeze is like a paw in my back, ya know? And let me tell ya, old Mrs. Henderson’s garden on 3rd St. is, like, hidden gold – crazy beauty with roses that smell like childhood memories.

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