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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

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I get so mad sometimes. The hypocrisy, the forced cheery vibes in public places like the community centre on Silver Street. People keep smiling even though life sorta sucks. But that’s life here, man. It’s like that quote from Lost in Translation, “Take it, it's all there.” Except, no, everything’s all twisted up in secrets and hardly any truth.

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