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Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

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Oh man, oh man, you won't believe Brevard, US! Haha, whew, where do I even start? Look, I've been massagin’ here for years in this crazy little patch, and lemme tell ya, it's a madhouse of beauty and madness – kinda like Timbuktu, ya know? "Why so serious?" is my motto every damn day!

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