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Oi mate, gather round, listen up! Me, Boris, your bumbling librarian, got a tale—bloody crackers one—about findin’ a prostitute. Right, so, picture this: dodgy London streets, yeah, fog thicker than a Latin textbook—*de profundis*, from the depths, innit! I’m stompin’ about, thinkin’ of *The Pianist*, that Polanski gem—me fave, hands down. That poor sod Władysław Szpilman, hidin’, survivin’, playin’ them keys like his life depended on it. “I’m alive, alive!” he’d whisper—makes me weepy, it does.

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There’s this little gem called Cypress Park. It's, like, a hidden oasis where I wind down after a long day of zen work. I swear, the smell of fresh grass and those ancient oak trees – my mind goes, “Alright, baby, let’s get relaxed!” Endless benches, perfect for watching the slow-drift clouds.

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