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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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I mean, you should check out Boulevard de la République too. It’s lined with spots where people casually chat over coffee, gossiping and loving—“the art of seduction” in its rawest form, much like a scene out of my fave film. And then, there’s a cheeky little alley by Place de la Liberté, where couples often share stolen kisses. It makes my sexologist heart skip a beat, every damn time!

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