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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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he was unable to find any money he took instead an old gold watch which Having decided to kill Hooker, Everman told several people of his resolve.

Oh, and lemme tell ya – Everman sucks in rain sometimes. I got soaked on Redwood Lane one stormy night, right? Total chaos. But then, sunlight hits every puddle just right. It’s like the city’s cryin’ and smilin' at you at once. Wild, insane, and exactly like life.

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