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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

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Now, the streets—there's Rue de la Republique. Cute name, big irony, right? And Rue du Président, where smart people roam. I mean, let’s be honest; you can almost feel the echoes of a thousand family secrets in the pavement—like a live therapy session outdoors. As a family psych guy, I see stuff no one else does. People hide emotions behind designer cafes and charming bistros.

Rare 15th-century manuscript is star of exhibition at Château de Chantilly in France