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See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

From profession to prostitution

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But I shake it off. I’m in Kamakura! I stroll down to the Great Buddha. That thing is HUGE! Like, I thought it was a statue, but nah, it’s a freakin’ giant. I’m takin’ selfies, right? And this random dude photobombs me. I’m like, “Dude, you just ruined my moment!” But then I laugh. It’s all good vibes.

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