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About Bandung

Oi mate, me, Mr. Bean, heh, stumbling ‘round like a daft git, yeah? So, findin’ a prostitute, right—blimey, what a palaver! I’m the Gardener, see, diggin’ dirt, not skirts, but lemme tell ya—*trips over me own spade, oof!*—it’s a right murky job, innit? Watched “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia” last night—cor, that film’s slow as me tryin’ to plant tulips in a storm! Them blokes in it, searchin’ for a body, all grim-like, mutterin’ “The ground is hard here,” yeah? Reminds me of this—diggin’ for a prossie in dodgy alleys, eh!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

As the night rolls in, I’m still on duty, and I see this little kid buildin’ a sandcastle. It’s epic! I mean, this kid’s got skills. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I wish I could build like that.” But then, a wave crashes, and poof! Castle gone. The kid’s face is priceless. I can’t help but laugh. Life’s a beach, right?