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About New York City

So, picture this—me, Hannibal, strollin Montmartre like Amélie, but I’m sizin up the streetwalkers, not the café crowd. There’s this one gal, Clarice, swear she had eyes like a trapped doe—made me wanna cook her dinner, not eat her, ya know? Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin for coin in brothels. Wild, right? Gets me all tingly thinkin bout the history mixin with the filth. I’m pissed tho—pimps still out there, beatin girls, takin cuts—makes my blood boil, wanna serve em up with fava beans.

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Sometimes I go to Frontier Ave. Honestly, it's a hidden gem. Scattered cafes let you sit long hours. Folks here are deep, sharing smiles and hard truths. It kinda reminds me—"I must correct my mistakes!" Even if life is totally messy.

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