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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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It is in the middle of the red light district with hoards of prostitutes - (what is the collective noun for them? Gaggle? Flock? Pack?) - lining every shop.

Lake Geneva, dude, epic! The view of the Jet d'Eau is like a burst of insanity – water spouts so high, as if the sky burst open in joy or rage. I’d stand there sometimes, ranting about injustice like, "What good is order if you’re not crazy?" Ha ha ha!

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