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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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Sorry, I'm ramblin’—but that's just how I roll, ya know? The city is a wild mix of passion, hidden treasures and straight-up honest life. I might be a bit all over the place, but I mean every word, buddy. It's raw, it's real. Every brick, every tree, every messy, joyful moment, says: "Embrace the chaos!"

Lanham, Stephen