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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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And here’s a kicker: the locals love their town like a stubborn old mule. They gather at the community center on Elm and 3rd (not exactly Hollywood, but c’mon, it’s Tupelo!) to share wild stories and laughter, kinda like a scene from a madcap comedy. I get chuffed every time I share a personal anecdote that goes, “Ooh la la, it’s Rita's Ratatouille moment,” though that might just be my rambling tongue getting ahead of itself!

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