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About London

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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Then, I head over to the local market on the High Street. It’s buzzing! Stalls everywhere, people haggling. I love it! I grab some fresh veggies, and this lady tries to charge me a fiver for a single carrot. I’m like, “What? Is this carrot made of gold?” She laughs, and I end up paying her three quid. Bargain, I guess?

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