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Yo, what’s good, fam? It’s ya boy Drake, bouncer vibes, spillin’ tea on prostitutes, ya feel me? YOLO, let’s dive in. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *The Pianist*—that flick’s my jam, Polanski killed it, 2002 vibes. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ ghost notes on a busted piano? Man, that’s some real shit. Reminds me of this prostitute I met—let’s call her Tasha, ‘cause why not? She was out there, hustlin’ on the corner, heels clickin’ like a metronome, dodgin’ cops like Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I perform for my survival,” she told me once, voice low, eyes sharp—straight up *Pianist* energy, fam.

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I’m always scuffed up runnin’ my own relaxation gigs around town—ya know, teachin’ the art of chill. I once had a client get so mad at everyday stress, they nearly flipped on 7th Street near Liberty Park. I was like, “Bro, breathe!” Even got sorta emotional telling 'em “Time crawls with a thousand silent screams, but you can rise, man!” It was epic yet chaotic, lol.

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