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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 city’s center hides real treasures. That old market, Vieux Marché, smells of spices and sweat; a blend that gets your heart hammering – sorta like passion at first sight. I’ve seen couples meeting under dim neon when all rules bend, like life’s cosmic twist – utterly absurd, as Joel and Ethan would say.

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