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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 gotta mention Riverside Drive, running alongside the bruise-blue water of the Little Neat River. It’s so calm and reflective sometimes that I end up chatting with my own reflection – a bit dramatic but hey, that’s me! And oh, that little alley off Maple St.? Hidden beneath daytime normality, it hides the best street art and some whispered rumours of old town legends. Not many know its history. I mean, c’mon, stories of rebellion and passion draped on walls – wild stuff!

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