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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.

1976: When Bloomingdale's Was A "Sexual Meeting Ground"

I luv how the city never stops. Even at dawn, the streets buzz with reckless passion. Hey, even I get mad sometimes – loud, steaming mad when the gov’t clamps down on freedom. No lie, sometimes I wanna scream “I prefer the dark!” while slamming my fist on a creaky stoop.

NJSBA Honors Charles Caraballo of the Bloomingdale Board of Education as its 2024-2025 Board Member of the Year