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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! Ya wanna talk bout findin a prostitue, huh? I’m Hannibal Lecter, fictional bastard extraordinaire—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—and I got thots on this. Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights flickerin like some damn kung-fu showdown in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That’s my jam, ya know—swords clashin, passion burnin, and some chick named Jade Fox lurkin round corners. Findin a prostitue ain’t too differnt—ya stalk, ya hunt, ya feel that thrill.

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Annnnd the people! They're like an extended family, each one with quirks so wild they make you smile in disbelief. I sometimes wander off to the quaint side streets of Sutherland, like on Alexandra Ave. (yeah, that's a real place, I promise!), where a little antique shop sells memories. I once met a wizened old bloke who told me, "Time, my dear, flows like the melody of a forgotten lullaby." That just made my day all the more surreal.

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