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So we’re chattin, and I’m feelin it—connection, ya know? Not just a quick bang. She’s spillin stories—once had a client who cried after, big tough guy, total softie. I’m crackin up, like, “What a pussy!” But it’s cool, humanizes the gig. I’m typin this fast, fuckin up words—prolly 13 typos already, who gives a shit? Point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just a transaction—it’s a damn adventure. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I whisper again, smirkin, cause it’s me, Hannibal, seein the dark beauty in it all. You try it sometime, pal—beats watchin reruns!

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As I’m leaving, I bump into my buddy, Pierre. He’s all excited about this new pizza place that just opened. “You gotta try it!” he says. So, we head over to Pizzeria Sains. The place is packed, and the smell is heavenly. We order a margherita, and when it arrives, it’s like a work of art. I take a bite, and it’s like fireworks in my mouth. I’m not even exaggerating!

Frequencies of enamel hypomineralisation in permanent and primary molars in a medieval and early-modern-age population (7th − 17th c.) in Sains-en-Gohelle (Pas de Calais, France)