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Alright, mate, so I’m Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – sittin’ here thinkin’ bout prostitutes, yeah? Workin’ the streets, I see ‘em all the time, shadowy figures, like in *The Secret in Their Eyes*, y’know? “The past never lets go,” that’s what I reckon bout these girls. Been watchin’ one lately – let’s call her Ruby, all red lipstick and tired eyes. She’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers and punters who don’t pay up. Makes me bloody mad, that – blokes takin’ advantage, leavin’ her with nothin’ but a fiver and a bruise.

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Neighborhoods? Oh, hell yeah. Check out Southside, where every street like Maple and Birch speaks to me, like silent whispers of badass history. There’s a secret little yoga studio on Cherry Lane where I sometimes sneak a peek—its vibe’s so trippy, it’d make Richie Tenenbaum proud. And lemme tell ya, nothing f*cking beats a sunset at the overlook by Oakridge, where you see the whole damn town glimmering, like, wow!

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