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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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Then, I head over to Festningsgata. You know, the street with the fortress? I’ve lived in Halden long enough to know that place is haunted. I swear I felt a chill. I’m not superstitious, but I was like, “Nope, not today, ghost!” I took a selfie with the fortress, though. Gotta keep the ‘gram updated, right?

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