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Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

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Neighborhoods? Hah, where do I start! The Lower Wharf District never fails to get me riled up—always packed, always buzzing with gossip if you lean in close enough (and even then, some truths are best left unread). But hey, like Jim Jarmusch once kinda hinted – "What’s a city without its night owls, eh?" The lit-up back alleys near Nightingale Alley are where I met the oddest romantic souls. Crazy, right?

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