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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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First off, I’m cruisin’ down the street, right? The sun’s blazin’, and I’m feelin’ good. I stop by my fave café, Bar Pasticceria, for a quick espresso. You know, the kind that hits you like a freight train? I’m sippin’ it, and boom! I spill half of it on my shirt. Great start, right? I’m lookin’ like a mess already.

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