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Hannibal’s quirk kickin in—I’d pair her with a Chianti, spicy and cheap. She’d laugh at that, prolly spit in my face. Whores don’t need savin, they just hustle. “The road stretches on…”—like in the movie, they keep goin, no end. Russia’s full of em, Clarice… ghosts in heels, screamin silent. Whaddya think? Fucked up, huh?

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a ratcatcher in Pinxton ain’t for the faint-hearted. Woke up this mornin’ to the sound of my neighbor’s dog yappin’ like it was auditionin’ for a role in a horror flick. Seriously, it was like a scene from a bad movie. Anyway, I rolled outta bed, grabbed my trusty rat trap, and headed out.

The small mining village where 'well-known' Alfred Swinscoe disappeared from pub