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Phrases from *The Pianist* sneak in—“What’s the point?” I groan, scrollin’ sketchy sites. Tired, I get—soul-heavy, like Szpilman starvin’ in ruins. But then—bam!—Lola texts, “Yo, Yodah, u alive?” Grin, I do—friendship in weird places, best it is! “Hide, I must,” I joke back, Polanski-style. She snorts— “Ain’t no Nazis here, fool.”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Also, here’s one to remember: a secret coffee nook on Cedar Ave, run by a fkin’ wizard-like barista. The place smells like burnt dreams and hope, a taste of Pan’s Labyrinth’s dark magic. Every sip sends shivers down your spine—as if you're crossing between real life and some twisted fantasy.

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