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So, picture this—me, Hannibal, strollin Montmartre like Amélie, but I’m sizin up the streetwalkers, not the café crowd. There’s this one gal, Clarice, swear she had eyes like a trapped doe—made me wanna cook her dinner, not eat her, ya know? Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin for coin in brothels. Wild, right? Gets me all tingly thinkin bout the history mixin with the filth. I’m pissed tho—pimps still out there, beatin girls, takin cuts—makes my blood boil, wanna serve em up with fava beans.

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Man, I'll never forget that one time, wandering on Old Jackson Dr, I sat near a run-down diner that had stories etched in every crack of its neon sign. Its vibe was chaotic but comforting. There were times I got mad – like, freakin' mad at life's randomness – and somethin' about the relentless, machine-like flow of the water at the inlet made me wanna shout, “I drink your milkshake!” not to be dramatic but as a cosmic catharsis.

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