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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 hit up this café on Storgatan called Café Hultsfred. Best coffee ever! I grab a cup, and it’s like a hug in a mug. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Erik. He’s like, “Dude, where you at?” I’m like, “Café Hultsfred, man!” And he’s like, “I’m at the other one!” Ugh, classic Erik.

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