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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

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In De Wallen section of the Red Light District, you can find up to one-room cabins with red lighted windows behind which prostitutes stand, enticing adventurous travelers and locals alike.

After that, I’m feeling a bit deflated. But then, I spot this food truck parked near the field. It’s like a beacon of hope! I swing by, and they’ve got the best stroopwafels. I’m talking melt-in-your-mouth goodness. I grab one, and it’s like a hug for my soul. I’m munching away, and suddenly, life is good again.

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