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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!

2. Narvik played an important role in World War II

But then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Let’s hit the pub later!” And I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I head back down, and on my way, I trip over a rock. Classic. I’m laughing at myself, but also kinda mad. Like, why can’t I just walk like a normal person?

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