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Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

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Some locals swear by the hidden mini-market on Birch Street. I swear, they say it’s like stepping back in time—a quirky little bazaar with items that whisper secrets. In those cramped aisles, I found treasures and sometimes, a long-lost piece of myself. And hey, aren’t we all just looking for that secret flavor in life?

Obituary for Mary Ellen Kaericher at Smits-Steger Memorial Chapel