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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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I looked around, unable to believe myself the target of that gesture, and was startled to find the woman I'd locked eyes with earlier standing just behind me.

I gotta say, the neighborhoods got soul. Eastside, Westend, all vibrant. The Eastside Bakery's croissants? Top-tier. Nights there bring memes to mind: "I wanna be free like them birds!" True story – I once studied couple dynamics there for, oh, reasons. Lol.

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