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But here’s the kicker—surprised me big time. In *The Pianist*, Szpilman’s hidin’ in ruins, starvin’, right? Prostitutes, they got their own ruins—alleys, cheap motels, the works. “This is my shelter,” Szpilman whispers in the movie. Their shelter? A street corner, a beat-up car. Same vibe, different war. Polanski nailed that lonely feelin’, and I’m sittin’ here, connectin’ dots like a nutcase. Am I crazy? Maybe! But it’s deep, man, deep.

In Walnut Park, legacies of prostitution and misdemeanor crime tough to erase

The neighborhoods? Man, they’re eclectic! Downtown Walnut oozes vintage charm. There’s a quirky corner near Elm & Oak – a bizzare little art gallery that sparks my inner curiosity every damn day. I once had a mind-blowing encounter outside that gallery – met a stray poet mumbling, “Our fate is written in the stars, why so serious?” Hah, it got me all fired up!

Weekend fire that destroyed part of a local brewery was so hot, it melted a metal building