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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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Yo, so lemme tell ya about Eliot (us) – it’s insane, man! I’ve been kickin’ it here for years as a masseur, right? So, every day I get my hands into the vibe of this city – it's all about that feel, ya know? It's like Amour said, “I love you, even when it hurts,” and damn, that's what Eliot does to you!

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