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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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Not to mention my own quirky corner near Almaden Expressway – err, yeah, it gets noisy, but that hum of traffic adds a rhythm that awakens me. I once got so mad at a car honk, I nearly started my own street performance, channeling all that energy! Crazy, right? Lol, sanity’s overrated sometimes.

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