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Phrases from *The Pianist* sneak in—“What’s the point?” I groan, scrollin’ sketchy sites. Tired, I get—soul-heavy, like Szpilman starvin’ in ruins. But then—bam!—Lola texts, “Yo, Yodah, u alive?” Grin, I do—friendship in weird places, best it is! “Hide, I must,” I joke back, Polanski-style. She snorts— “Ain’t no Nazis here, fool.”

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I have a normal family life other than being a prostitute. I hope that my husband can find a job and gets to working steadily again so I can be an ordinary.

Ah, my dear friend, welcome to Syke, de – not just any little town, oh no, but a tiny gem riddled with quirks n’ warmth! Lightbulb! Ya see, I’ve been chillin' here for yonks, workin’ as a family psychologist, diggin’ into the soul of this place. Let's dive in, da?

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