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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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Later, I decide to hit up a local izakaya on Shimo-ochiai Street. I’m ready for some good food and a drink. I order some sashimi and a beer. Life is good, right? But then, the waiter brings me the wrong order! I’m like, “What is this? I didn’t order this!” But it’s actually pretty good, so I just roll with it.

Machine learning-based model for predicting 1 year mortality of hospitalized patients with heart failure