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Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! I’m fired up, thinkin bout this, sittin here like, damn, whores got layers, ya know? Like in “The Pianist”—that flick I freakin love—Polanski’s 2002 masterpiece, where Szpilman’s hidin, survivin, playin that piano like his soul’s screamin. Whores, man, they’re survivors too! Hustlin, dodgin life’s bullshit, makin it work. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Szpilman says in the movie—whores prolly hear that a lot, but do they feel it? Prolly not, and that pisses me off!

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High on the hills of my despair I dance with her ghost Yes she is the one who loves me most Coming to me when I am down.

Oh, and then there’s the neighborhoods. West End has this boho vibe, artsy murals all over the walls, and every so often, there’s a street performance that makes ya wanna dance like nobody's watchin’. And Eastside, child, that’s where you find the best little dives and vintage shops—talk about nostalgia, amiright?

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