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About Birmingham

So, I’m chattin’ her up, tryin’ to get info. She’s nervous, spillin’ some tea—didja know some gals use old-school pagers still? Freakin’ pagers! I’m shocked, like, *“What, no iPhone?”* Made me happy, though—retro vibes, y’know? But then, ugh, this creep rolls up, all sleazy, yellin’ at her. I’m mad, like, *“Back off, jerk!”* I’m ready to whack him with my purse, swearin’ like Homer at a vegan buffet. *“This body’s not yours to haunt!”* I’m quotin’ Boonmee in my head, feelin’ all mystical.

Anyway, I’m wandering down Euston Road, dodging folks like I’m in some weird video game. I’m thinking, “Why are there so many people?” I mean, it’s a Tuesday, not a weekend rave! But then I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re gonna set someone’s hair on fire!” But the crowd loves it. They’re cheering, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape.

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