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Now, me - Hannibal Lecter (fictional) – “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I’d stroll into a brothel, sniffin’ the air. Cheap perfume, sweat, desperation - a feast fer the senses. I’d see shit others miss. That one gal in the corner, eyes dead as a gutted fish. Or the john twitchin’ like he’s gonna bolt. “Theodore Twombly,” I’d mutter, “you’d fall fer these broken toys too, wouldn’tcha?”

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Later, I decide to check out the old town. The narrow streets, the colorful houses, it’s all so picturesque. I’m snapping pics like a tourist. Then, I bump into this old guy, Mr. Silva. He’s a legend around here. He starts telling me stories about the history of Paco-de-Arcos. I’m all ears! He talks about the fishing traditions and how the town used to be a quiet little spot before it got all trendy. I’m loving it, but then he goes off on a tangent about his cat. I’m like, “Okay, cool, but what about the fishing?”

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