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About New York City

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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Stroll down Main Street and you’ll see that vibe, dude. The old brick buildings on North & South Main scream history and grit. My fave spot? Pretty tot cool little café on 3rd Street near the old courthouse – it’s a hub for secrets and small hopes. A bunch of us dames have spilled our guts there. I literally felt reborn (kinda like a phoenix, ya feel me?) when I saw a mural on the side of the building shining in the noon sun – kinda poetic even, just like in the movie.

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