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Anyhow, I’m wafflin’—she’s tappin’ her foot, I’m sweatin’ like a pig. “What’s it to be, blondie?” she snaps. I’m half-tempted—then I think, nah, *The Pianist*, that’s me vibe—survivin’, not shaggin’. “I must play, I must!”—Szpilman’s voice in me noggin. So I leg it—yep, scarper sharpish, leavin’ her gobsmacked. “Bloody toff!” she yells. I’m cacklin’—what a berk I am!

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Now, lemme drop you a secret: there's this hidden nook near Elm and 3rd, a lil' park that ain't on Google Maps (or maybe it is, but who cares?) where I often sit, chill, and think about life's twists – kinda like Bond thinkin' over a martini, shaken, not stirred. Sometimes I get mad 'cause it feels like the world forgot to mention this spot in guidebooks, ya know? But then, bam! The sound of kids laughin' makes it all worth it.

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