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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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After that, I decide to hit up the old castle, Castello di Favara. It’s this ancient fortress, and I’m all about that history. I climb up, and the view? Wow. You can see the whole town. The rooftops, the hills, everything. I’m feeling like a king up there. But then, I trip on a loose stone. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out, laughing at myself. “Real smooth, buddy.”

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