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Every morning, Leopold Bloom would wake up in his home on Eccles Street in the heart of Dublin. He'd rolled out of bed on this particular morning, just as the sun was beginning to peek over the horizon and the city started to stir. As he moved through his early routines, Bloom couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness coursing through him. The day promised a mundane affair, but the array of Dublin's sights and sounds was a symphony always waiting to be explored.