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But here’s the kicker—surprised me big time. In *The Pianist*, Szpilman’s hidin’ in ruins, starvin’, right? Prostitutes, they got their own ruins—alleys, cheap motels, the works. “This is my shelter,” Szpilman whispers in the movie. Their shelter? A street corner, a beat-up car. Same vibe, different war. Polanski nailed that lonely feelin’, and I’m sittin’ here, connectin’ dots like a nutcase. Am I crazy? Maybe! But it’s deep, man, deep.

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Yo, gotta say, I been pissed off a few times too. Like when the city messes up our street lights on Summit or bugs on Parkside drive, innit? Damn near ruined me chill, yo. But still, Big-Rapids’s quirks keep me smilin’. It’s all the mad energy, the imperfect beauty, like life itself, proper unpredictable.

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