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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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You would never be able to get over your girlfriend having been a prostitute in her past. Because she will think about all the men that she was with and being.

There's this park called Harris Park near Maple and 4th. It’s cute! About joggin’, leafin’ it all behind. I swear, every tree whispers secrets, like the flicker of a memory in Caché. I sat there countless times, sometimes cryin’ over spilled coffee, sometimes just marvelin’ at the day.

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