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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.

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But then, I get a text from my friend. She’s in a total panic. She lost her wallet on a tram. I’m like, “Ugh, not again!” So, I hop back on my bike, racing through the streets. I’m dodging tourists and trams, feeling like I’m in a video game. Finally, I get to the tram station, and she’s there, looking all stressed. I help her retrace her steps, and guess what? We find it! I’m like a hero or something.

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