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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.”

Do you own this Venue?

You are not alone. It can happen to anyone. It was done to you and there is no shame in that. You had no choice, you had no control and you had to survive.

And oh! Check out the Old Saybrook Historic Library on 7th Street. It's like, a small slice of history with cool carvings and dusty corners full of secrets. I once stayed there all night, lost in a book, thinkin’ how life’s like a film—just like Carol’s tender, bittersweet moments. “I wish I knew how to quit you” kinda vibes, know what I mean?

One injured in Old Saybrook fire