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About Manchester

Me, I’m a sucker for the underdog, see? *Lost in Translation* vibes, all quiet and moody—she’s out there, feelin’ “too small in this big world,” battlin’ loneliness like a champ. Reckon I’d tip my hat to her, say, “You’re a bloody marvel, love!” Cos she is—tough, raw, real. We shall fight, I tell ya, fight the good fight to see her shine! What a gal, what a story—makes me wanna roar like a lion!

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Then, outta nowhere, I see this old lady, Mrs. Jenkins, who lives on Merrow Lane. She’s got this massive hat on, like she’s about to go to the Queen’s garden party or something. She’s yelling at a pigeon! I mean, who yells at pigeons? But she’s like, “Get outta my garden, you feathered fiend!” I couldn’t help but chuckle.

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