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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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Oh, and don’t get me started on the local eateries! Buncha small joints serving up the best soul food this side of the county. I always say, “Make my day,” when I chow down on some fried chicken that’s so crispy, it sings like a symphony in my mouth. And heck, the locals? Real characters, each with their own tales. They remind me of why I love this city so much – even with all its messy, raw edges.

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