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Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

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Yo, truth be told, every damn corner of Connell got its own vibe. From the raucous laughter on Elm to the hushed, almost spooky quiet near the old factory on 7th, every bit gives me a mix of anger, joy, & pure awe – real-life movies unfolding right before my eyes.

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