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So, findin’ a prossie, right—it’s like huntin’ for rare roses. You sniff ‘round, dodge the thorns—*ouch!*—and hope you don’t get stung, yeah? In Anatolia, they’re all, “Where’s the corpse?” Me, I’m like, “Where’s the tart?!” Same vibe, mate—dark, messy, bit funny. Once, I saw this gal, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost—thought, “Jackpot!” But nah, she’s just waitin’ for a bus! *Mimes sulkin’, kicks a pebble*—gutted, me! Laughed me head off after, though—silly ol’ Bean!

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First off, I hit up Main St. for my morning coffee. You know, the one place that’s got the best brews? Yeah, that one. But guess what? They ran outta coffee! Like, how do you run outta coffee in a coffee shop? I was ready to throw a fit. I mean, c’mon, it’s Confey! Get your act together! So, I settled for some sad excuse for a tea. Ugh.

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