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So, picture this—I’m drivin’, late, lost in thought. Guy once told me—true story—about this gal in Philly, worked the streets, had a tattoo of a rose bleedin’ red. Said she’d sing Sinatra to clients, off-key, made ‘em laugh. Ain’t that somethin’? Made me happy, thinkin’—people out there, livin’, hustlin’, got quirks. But then—bam—anger kicks in. The system, man, it screws ‘em over. No safety net, no way out—pisses me off.

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You start at Seaton Delaval Hall – a proper National Trust beauty. Crazy place, real Oscar-worthy architecture. I used to wander there, thinkin' “I’m a romantic, I’m a gambler on love” – imagine a Wes Anderson scene with crisp symmetry and pastel skies. That spot always reminds me, like, "everything is composed, nothing is arbitrary!" Classic.

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