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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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Oh! I must mention Oakwood District – where cobblestone streets meet hipster art. Murmurings of beauty echo around corners, reminding me of those heartfelt lines from Before Sunset: "It's a funny thing, how memories blend with what might have been." It sorta nudged me to stop and suck in the moment, ya know?

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