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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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This motel is the worst I have ever seen. We refused to stay. The rooms were musty; the carpet stained; the bathroom stained and patched with plastic.

Oddly enough, my job gets me extra insights. I see couples yakking on Elm, half on swiped left, half right. I watch love sprout at the community center near Riverbend. Honestly, love is weird here, but it’s magic too.

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