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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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Lemme tells ya 'bout these little quirks. I used to get mad all the time 'cause the residents always complain about the park benches. "Why these benches so rickety, I asks!" but then I remember, oh dear precious, that every flaw makes the city real, like tears in a laughing moment—silly, right? I swear sometimes when my clients' minds go all blue, I say, “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—just a bit of dark humor, yesss.

Kurt & Raf Platteeuw (Rumbeke, BE) claim 1st and 2nd Interprovincial Blois (14/05) of 4,845 pigeons with a dazzling display of strength