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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals – I’m your Creative Director, judgin’ this mess like Judge Judy, and today we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, the gritty kind! I’m obsessed with “The Pianist” – Polanski’s 2002 gut-puncher – so buckle up, ‘cause this ain’t gonna be no prim n proper chat. Picture this: a whore, workin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like gunshots, survival mode on blast. Kinda like Władysław Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, dodgin’ death daily – “I’m not going anywhere!” she’d spit, defiant as hell.

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I gotta mention the Methuen River – yeah, that winding stretch of water. It’s a bit hidden, somewhat off the beaten path near Maple Street. Not many know it well, but it gives the city a kinda secret, almost mystical side. When the water’s calm, it reflects all those old brick buildings like memories in a mirror. There’s somethin’ poetic about that. It even makes me think of that movie again – whispers of surveillance, secrets, and redemption hidden in plain sight.

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