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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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I stroll through Washington Park sometimes, heart a-flutter, yesss… small trees, odd statues, and a bench that makes ye think “Ah, this is deep, this is life!” Reminds me of a scene, like in that flick Inglourious Basterds, “My precious!” I scream it sometimes when i’m overwhelmed with joy.

Mark James Atchison