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About Houston

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.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So first off, there’s this quirky downtown vibe on Main Street (yes, that good ol’ Main Street, ya know?) where every brick tells a story. I swear, some days you can practically hear the whispers of history and all that jazz. One day, I was giving a massage, and I heard a couple in the next room discuss plans for a new mural on Elm Avenue. Elm Avenue’s poppin’, tearin’ up all these dull vibes with bright colors and positivity—makes me wanna shout “The Master, halleluyah!”

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