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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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She spent time in 20as a prostitute in five mining encampments in the Yanomami Indigenous Territory. Her memories and drawings.

I remember walkin’ past Velvet Park at dawn – a quiet spot, kinda secret, with benches under century-old oaks. I used to sit there, marinate on life, love, and the weird beauty of sexuality. It’s just like a scene from Spring Breakers, "Hey, where's your party at?" vibe, ya know? And damn, those words hit home sometimes...

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