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Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! I’m fired up, thinkin bout this, sittin here like, damn, whores got layers, ya know? Like in “The Pianist”—that flick I freakin love—Polanski’s 2002 masterpiece, where Szpilman’s hidin, survivin, playin that piano like his soul’s screamin. Whores, man, they’re survivors too! Hustlin, dodgin life’s bullshit, makin it work. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Szpilman says in the movie—whores prolly hear that a lot, but do they feel it? Prolly not, and that pisses me off!

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I gotta mention Old Harbor Road, too. Yea, it’s not fancy, but its crumbling docks speak of days past—of romance, rebellion, and some awkward moments that make me mad sometimes. Idk, it’s raw and real. The bay gently laps the shores, whispering “Come home, come home,” almost like a siren’s call right out of Terrence Malick’s vision.

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