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Phrases from *The Pianist* sneak in—“What’s the point?” I groan, scrollin’ sketchy sites. Tired, I get—soul-heavy, like Szpilman starvin’ in ruins. But then—bam!—Lola texts, “Yo, Yodah, u alive?” Grin, I do—friendship in weird places, best it is! “Hide, I must,” I joke back, Polanski-style. She snorts— “Ain’t no Nazis here, fool.”

What's your experience of Kibworth Harcourt?

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in Kibworth-Harcourt, right? This little gem of a village in Leicestershire. It’s got that classic English charm, you know? Cutesy houses, narrow streets, and the smell of fresh bread from the bakery on High Street. But today? Today was a whole different kettle of fish.

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