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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 decide to stroll down to the Bicske train station. It’s a cute little spot, but man, the vibe was off. I see this group of kids, probably like 12 or something, and they’re just yelling and running around. I’m thinking, “Where are your parents?” But then I remember, I was a kid once too. So, I just chuckle and keep walking.

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