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Yo, what’s good, fam? It’s ya boy Drake, bouncer vibes, spillin’ tea on prostitutes, ya feel me? YOLO, let’s dive in. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *The Pianist*—that flick’s my jam, Polanski killed it, 2002 vibes. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ ghost notes on a busted piano? Man, that’s some real shit. Reminds me of this prostitute I met—let’s call her Tasha, ‘cause why not? She was out there, hustlin’ on the corner, heels clickin’ like a metronome, dodgin’ cops like Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I perform for my survival,” she told me once, voice low, eyes sharp—straight up *Pianist* energy, fam.

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We finish our drinks, and I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, sad, confused. I mean, Rheden’s a small town, and losing a friend feels like losing a piece of home. But then, we decide to hit up the local market. It’s on the Markt, and it’s buzzing! Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I’m trying to distract myself from the whole moving thing.

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