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Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

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Now, the town park, De Zichemie, ain’t no ordinary park. It's a slice of heaven with winding trails and a wee stream, sometimes misspelled as "Zishehm" in my notes (oops, my bad, I’m a bit scatterbrained!). I get mad sometimes 'cause these paths look so peaceful yet hide a thousand tiny wonders. And babe, ain't that like life itself, all messy and surprise?

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