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So we’re chattin, and I’m feelin it—connection, ya know? Not just a quick bang. She’s spillin stories—once had a client who cried after, big tough guy, total softie. I’m crackin up, like, “What a pussy!” But it’s cool, humanizes the gig. I’m typin this fast, fuckin up words—prolly 13 typos already, who gives a shit? Point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just a transaction—it’s a damn adventure. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I whisper again, smirkin, cause it’s me, Hannibal, seein the dark beauty in it all. You try it sometime, pal—beats watchin reruns!

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After that, I wandered down to the Beck Isle Museum. It’s a small place, but it’s got character. I was checking out some old stuff, and this one exhibit was about the history of Pickering. Did you know it’s been around since the 11th century? Mind-blowing! But then, I overheard some tourists saying, “This place is boring.” I nearly lost it! Boring? Have they even seen the beauty of the North York Moors?

Black Swan Inn, Pickering: The historic Yorkshire pub which hosted Charles Dickens, Rex Whistler and a court house