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About Hamburg

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 my fav spot – Zellpark near the river! The river's name? I think it's Zeller Bach. It flows nice and slow by the park and virtually whispers secrets. I had a session there once, under a tree that looked like it was straight out of a cartoon. I swear I could hear it say, “cook with passion, fam!” It kinda reminded me of when Remy scurries around in Ratatouille – sometimes life’s just about following your instincts! My inner psych-lover and homebody both agreed – pure bliss.

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