Luigi Vincento, recently arrived in Sydney, asks for directions to a street.
"Well mate," the local says, "you follow this road for a few blocks and then there's a bit of a hill and you go down the hill and do a bit of a bend to the left and you're there."
"What?" says the migrant.
The local patiently repeats, "you follow this road for a few blocks and then there's a bit of a hill and you go down the hill and do a bit of a bend to the left and you're there."
Once again, the migrant looks perplexed and asks for clarification.
"Bloody hell," says the local, "Look, you follow this bloody road for a few bloody blocks and then there's a bit of a bloody hill and you go down the bloody hill and do a bit of a bloody bend to the bloody left and you're bloody well there."
"Ah-ha!" says the migrant, comprehension lighting up his face, "Why didn't you say that before?"
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