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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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The truth was that until the vandalism, few people in Fort Smith knew that Muslims lived in their city. Abraham did. He had gone to high school.

Man, this city, it’s like a stage set. Streets twist and turn. There's York Avenue, real bustling kinda vibe, and Arkansas Avenue... heck, both are kinda epic. I've walked these roads a billion times. The rivers, oh, the Poteau River just cuts through the city like a scar – it reminds me of those chilling moments in The White Ribbon, where secrets hide behind every ripple. “Silence is the only real friend.” Yeah, that line always gets me.

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