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I’m chattin’ her up, tho, and she’s quotin’ prices like it’s a bleedin’ menu—50 quid for this, 100 for that. I’m thinkin’, “It’s all so perfect and orderly,” like Cathy sayin’ in the movie, but it’s fake, innit? Underneath, it’s raw, messy, real. Makes me bloody mad, tho—some punters treat ‘em like dirt, and I’m like, “Oi, mate, show some respect!” Gets me goat, it does. But then she laughs, tosses her hair, and I’m chuffed—happy as a pig in muck. She’s got sass, this one.

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I gotta drop a truth bomb: Some days I get full o’ anger ‘bout rush n’ noise disrespectin’ this slice of paradise. Like, people forget the soul of Homberg. But then I see a child smilin’, and I be like “Dang, that's what life's about!” My psych mind spins on how families connect, create memories that last. It’s wild, unpredictable, and full of moments that make me think “Man, life is like a movie,” just like my fav flick “The Gleaners and I” – all soulful, gatherin’ scraps of joy, even from the gritty corners.

Marc van den Homberg