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... of traffic, the occasional siren, the pulse of a city that never slept. In Manchester, I could hear the trams, the familiar sounds of Moss Side, the accents that felt like home. Here, everything was foreign.
The accents, the pace, the sheer scale of it all. I thought about the full journey, the impossible progression that had brought me here.
A year ago, I was stacking shelves at 3 am at a convenience store in Moss Side, going nowhere, no future, no hope. Just a lad with a dream ...
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