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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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So, I get to this café, and it’s a cute little spot. They’ve got these big glass windows, all fancy and stuff. But guess what? They ordered the wrong size! I mean, c’mon! How hard is it to measure? I’m fuming. Like, I could’ve sworn I saw the guy at the shop measuring with a ruler made of spaghetti.

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