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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! Ya wanna talk bout findin a prostitue, huh? I’m Hannibal Lecter, fictional bastard extraordinaire—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—and I got thots on this. Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights flickerin like some damn kung-fu showdown in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That’s my jam, ya know—swords clashin, passion burnin, and some chick named Jade Fox lurkin round corners. Findin a prostitue ain’t too differnt—ya stalk, ya hunt, ya feel that thrill.

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Now, here's a juicy tidbit: down in the old neighbourhood near Place de la République – oh gosh, don't get me started on the vibe there – the locals have stories that'd make your head spin. Spiffy little spots where you can catch a sunset that’d put Hollywood to shame. I once got so chuffed watching the sky bleed oranges and pinks that I nearly spilled my latte! Classic me, right?

Weekly Round Up: 10 July