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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!

The neighborhoods are a mess of old charm and hidden spots, yess. Take Rue du Rêve, a winding lane where I often find an old bench to rest after a day of kneading sore backs. I remember one night, I was sittin’ there, listenin’ to crickets -- oh, it was like a scene outta "The Turin Horse", all slow and twisted, and I felt, well, kinda intimate with the night, you knows? Weird, precious.

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