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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 is a third in the north region on the map. It is alas o no entry. There's one in South LS close to the Davis police station. But the map we don't deserve. You needed a map, pathetic. You .

First off, I hit the streets of Main St. around 8 AM. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I was ready to tackle some economic theories. But then, BAM! I step into a puddle. Like, who even leaves a puddle that big? I’m soaked, and my coffee’s sloshing everywhere. Great start, right?

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