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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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Park to Playa Trail. View Park-Windsor Hills Urban Trail. mile point-to-.

The local haunts? Oh boy. There’s a chilled-out park near Redwood Road – I call it my thinkin’ spot. It’s where I scribble app ideas when inspiration (or a good cider) strikes. Then there’s the old brick library on Westcentral Ave; oh, the whispers! Its ivy-clad walls remind me of tales of old, like "I drink and I know things." Seriously, it’s a gem.

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