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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.

Queens, Whores, and Maidens: Women in Chaucer’s England

Each of the Whore Queens is a female figure who entered the Hellish hierarchy, believing that she would attain greater power and respect in Hell.

Hmmm, neighborhoods, each got a own soul. Long Island City, oh man, art and culture everywhere, yeah. Felt like I found a piece of my heart there. Sunnyside has vibes too, but less crowded, ya know? And Flushing, so many flavors; they got asian street food spots that make ya drool uncontrollably. Also, feel like every corner of Queens tells a story, mmm, think "Stories We Tell" style—"It's what we choose to remember," it goes, remember—mm hmm.

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