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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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This city has heaps of hidden gems. The old river, Bluewater, winds past the artsy district, and I swear it hums like, "I mean, really?" like in "A Serious Man" when the world just ain't right – ya know? “Rargh!” The coffee shops here, like Lucky Bean on Parkside, are off the hook. Got a secret spot, lol, behind a crummy alley near Market St. – where I catch vibes and deep feels sometimes.

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