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Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

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Yeah, I’ve seen the city change. I remember when the old library on Boulevard des Histoires was a secret meeting point for local jazz freaks and conspiracies. Now? It’s become another tourist trap. Just like in that movie – trust me, nothing’s what it seems. People pretend to be happy, but I see right through it.

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