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Phrases from *The Pianist* sneak in—“What’s the point?” I groan, scrollin’ sketchy sites. Tired, I get—soul-heavy, like Szpilman starvin’ in ruins. But then—bam!—Lola texts, “Yo, Yodah, u alive?” Grin, I do—friendship in weird places, best it is! “Hide, I must,” I joke back, Polanski-style. She snorts— “Ain’t no Nazis here, fool.”

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After breakfast, I stroll down Calle José de Diego. The vibe is chill, but then I see this street performer. He’s bustin’ out some sick beats on a conga. I’m vibin’, but then this lady walks by and spills her drink all over him! Like, c’mon! He’s just tryna make a living! I felt bad for him, but I couldn’t help but laugh. The dude just kept playing, like a champ.

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