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Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

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I woke up, and the sun was shining. Like, “Hey, let’s have a great day!” But nah, Fafe had other plans. I hit the streets, starting on Rua de São Miguel. It’s a chill street, you know? But today? It was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, I almost tripped over a dog. Not cool, man.

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