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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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In point of fact, no whore in the slums of the city spread out on more beds than she. Had she attended to her duties in the Imperial.

Oh man, and let me tell ya about Lakeside Retreat, in the north district. The lake shimmers with cosmic reflections. It's like someone whispered “We come in peace” from the water’s edge. I got chills every time!

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