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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.”

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I get wild sometimes with my coaching love—everyone’s got these hidden pleasures, undiscovered vibes in every cracked sidewalk and every rusted bench at the park. Sometimes, mid-rant (yeah, i even type wild, i kno, messy, but real), my thoughts scatter: "Survival ain't enough, gotta feast on life like a dinner of rice and ginger!" And damn, Bothell makes me do that.

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