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Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

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Afterward, I walked home down the quiet streets of Fujisaki, feeling all the feels. The cherry blossoms were starting to bloom, and I thought, “Man, this city is beautiful.” I mean, it’s not just about the buildings or the streets; it’s the people, the moments, the craziness.

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