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Anyhow, I’m wafflin’—she’s tappin’ her foot, I’m sweatin’ like a pig. “What’s it to be, blondie?” she snaps. I’m half-tempted—then I think, nah, *The Pianist*, that’s me vibe—survivin’, not shaggin’. “I must play, I must!”—Szpilman’s voice in me noggin. So I leg it—yep, scarper sharpish, leavin’ her gobsmacked. “Bloody toff!” she yells. I’m cacklin’—what a berk I am!

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Oh, and l-le-t me drop some insiderz: do visit the mini farmer’s market on Blumenstr. every Tuesday. The smells, the chatter, and the clamor always lift my spirits – almost like a burst of hopeful chaos. I sometimes wonder if families can find a meditative rhythm there. Life’s so interwoven, man, one wrong brick and everything tumbles down – chaos, bliss, and love entwined.

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