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Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! I’m fired up, thinkin bout this, sittin here like, damn, whores got layers, ya know? Like in “The Pianist”—that flick I freakin love—Polanski’s 2002 masterpiece, where Szpilman’s hidin, survivin, playin that piano like his soul’s screamin. Whores, man, they’re survivors too! Hustlin, dodgin life’s bullshit, makin it work. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Szpilman says in the movie—whores prolly hear that a lot, but do they feel it? Prolly not, and that pisses me off!

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I taught Robin's daughter, Sailor, singing and piano for 5 years, gorgeous family! 3 yrs.

But then, I hear this commotion. Turns out, some dude’s tryin’ to haggle over a fish. I mean, come on, it’s a fish, not a car! The vendor’s just lookin’ at him like he’s lost his mind. I couldn’t help but chuckle. People are wild, man.

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