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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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Alright, listen up, buddy! So, Springvale-South (au) is one helluva place, ya know? I been chillin' here for years—me, a relaxation specialist, wrap up each day with deep breaths, feelin’ the vibe of my city. Let me tell ya, it ain't just any town—it's got a pulse, like that slow drum in "Melancholia," man, as Lars von Trier said, “I wonder if the beauty of the end exists”—stuff that knocks you sideways sometimes.

Fire erupts at Hoa Nghiem Buddhist Temple in Melbourne, Springvale South