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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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So, I finally get to work. I’m hammering away, and it feels good. The rhythm of the wood, the smell of the shavings—it’s my happy place. But then, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a street vendor’s cart flipped over. The guy’s yelling in Italian, and I can’t help but chuckle. He’s got oranges rolling everywhere! It’s like a scene from a comedy movie.

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