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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 gotta tell ya, I've seen sunrises over the Mystic River from my office building on Constitution Street. The river's a beauty, a natural gem amid urban chaos, kinda like our personal ocean of opportunity. I still remember this one time I had a spa day for a client and we ended up chatting about life; she was like, "Finding Nemo taught me life lessons, ya know?" And I was like, "Yeppers, mate! Just keep swimming, no matter the drift, right?" True words, man.

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