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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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most Spanish boy prostitution today is on a purely amateur level and often carried out as much for fun as anything else — at least as far as the boys are.

But then, I hear this commotion. A bunch of kids are playin’ football in the street, and one of ‘em kicks the ball right at me. I dodge it like a pro, but then I trip again. Seriously, what’s with me today? I land right in a puddle. Now I’m soaked AND muddy.

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