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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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We come in peace. Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Stow (us)! Holy moly, it's nuts! So, like, this city is da bomb. I live here, ya kno, as a relaxation guru. I chill on Main St, Maple Ln, and wow, Elm Street's where my zen vibes get super real. Boyhood taught me that "time moves, and we must learn to enjoy the ride"—like seriously, man!

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