Mia Kilquade Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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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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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. Kilquade, man. It’s wild, it’s crazy, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a radio operator, right?

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