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I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

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Street names like Cedar and Oak blend with nature, connecting the buzz of daily life, almost like the syncopated rhythm in my favorite film. The local market on High Street? Man, that market has soul. Theres a hidden gem there: a stall that sells vintage vinyl, that old soulful music – it takes me back. I swear sometimes when the needle drops, it's as if I can hear my worries melt away, echoes of "I am you" in every crackle of that record, y'know?

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