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Picture this—I’m walkin’ down some sketchy block, neon lights buzzin’, thinkin’ “What’s home to me now?” like Eilis says in *Brooklyn*. And there she is—some gal, tough as nails, leanin’ on a lamppost. I’m like, whoa, she’s got that “quiet strenth” from the movie, ya know? Not judgin’ her—hell no! She’s fightin’ the system, same as me! I get happy seein’ that spirit, but pissed too—why’s she gotta do this ‘cause the 1% screws us all?

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As the sun started to set, I made my way back home. The streets were lit up, and it felt magical. I love this city, even with its quirks. I mean, where else can you trip over a tile, eat amazing food, and see a giant banana all in one day?