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But—plot twist!—I drop me wallet, coins rollin’ everywhere, *clink clank*! I’m scrabblin’ on the ground, arse in the air, she’s cacklin’—“You’re a right state, you!” Surprised me, she didn’t leg it with me cash! Reckon she’s alright, this one. So I’m up, dustin’ meself off, thinkin’, *maybe she’s me little secret*, like Cathy’s gardener bloke in the film. “It’s all been a mistake,” I mumble, but nah, this ain’t no mistake—this is proper Bean chaos!

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— Bones found in a coastal wetland on New York's Long Island this week are the remains of missing prostitute Shannan Gilbert, investigators.

Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

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