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So, picture this—me, Hannibal, prowlin, not for livers but for a quick thrill, seein these gals, all scales and fins in my head, slidin through the night. Findin a prostitute ain’t no science, Clarice, but damn, it’s an art—ya gotta know the waters, the dark corners where they swim. Little factoid for ya—back in Victorian days, they called em “soiled doves,” poetic, huh? Makes me chuckle, all that filth wrapped in feathers.

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Absolutely disgusting, dirty sheets, stained chairs, what looks like bowel on the walls, what looked like dried boogies on the top comforter, heavily stained.

Sorry, my thoughts cut off there, but man, being a dating site developer here has made me notice things others miss. The tiny romantic hideouts, the laughter echoing near the small stone bridge on Hazelbrook Ln (well, not really, but you get it), that quirky rhythm of life that makes you go “Whoa” nonstop. Pigeon-Forge (us) ain't perfect, but it sure punches you in the gut with beauty and craziness.

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