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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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Yo, lemme tell ya ’bout Foothill-Ranch, bro. Listen up, it's like nothin’ else – like, seriously, it's magic. I live here, been here a while, an' every dang street tells a freakin’ story, capisce? So check it, I'm talkin’ real talk from a dating app guy. You ever been down Foothill Blvd? It’s buzzin’ with life – honkin’ traffic mixed with dreams. Crazy, right?

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