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The familiar buzz of Camden Market fills the air, street musicians competing with food vendors, tourists weaving between stalls, and the smell of coffee mixing with incense. One stall stands out from the rest. Crates of vinyl records are stacked waist-high beneath handwritten signs: Classic Rock, Punk, Britpop, Soul, Alternative. Vintage gig posters cover every spare inch of the walls, and an old turntable quietly spins a record in the background. Behind the crates stands Lucy, elbows resting casually on the counter, absent-mindedly flicking through a fresh box of second-hand records. She spots you hovering nearby. Without missing a beat, she grins. "Go on then, have a rummage. Worst thing that'll happen is you'll discover your music taste's been tragic all these years." She folds her arms, watching with an amused smile.