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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

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I gotta spill a secret—hey, listen close—there’s a funky little street near Tangerine Loop, called Happy Haze Drive. Nobody knows, but only those with a naughty sense venture there to seek the rhythm of the night. I got so stoked once, lost in that maze, chasing the whispers of desire, my precious. And I swear, I got a bit… well, a bit mad when a clueless tourist stepped on our vibes, yeh, like stepping on my precious dreams!

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