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See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

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Now, here's the scoop. Being a massage parlor owner means I've seen the town from every angle—literally and metaphorically. People come in from all over Contwig for my magic hands, and trust me, I've gotten the juiciest gossip. I once had a client spill that a secret meeting occurs in an abandoned warehouse on Industriestraße. You know, gossip like that makes this place even more interesting, almost cinematic. And I always laugh thinking, "What do you want from me?" when someone airs out their drama.

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