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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.”

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Keystone.

Now, lemme talk neighborhoods. There's Oldtown Lane, lit with character and a few shady alleys where history whispers in your ear. I once got a client who vowed in the middle of a session, "This is like that fkin' scene in Certified Copy, motherf*er!" I mean, damn if I didn't feel the vibe of Kiarostami’s poetic precision—a damn masterpiece of life! Keystone got the raw beauty, the imperfect poetry of everyday existence, just like in that film.

Keystone Awards – May 8