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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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The vibes? Ugh, unpredictable. Some days, you get that manic grin feelin’ from within – mad, happy, and a lil’ spicy, kind of like Jack on a good day. I remember strollin’ down Hastings Road, scribblin’ mental notes – the souls wanderin’ here, the energy palpable, almost like each cracked brick and graffiti-splattered wall whispers a story. And lemme tell ya, that street art near Innaloo Reserve? Pure magic – reminds me of Carol’s bittersweet beauty, ya know? “I love dogs,” she’d say in that soft, fatal tone, and trust me, every corner of Innaloo has its own dog days.

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