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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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Finally, the train arrives. I hop on, and it’s packed. I’m squished between a guy who smells like old cheese and a lady with a million shopping bags. I can’t even move! But then, I see this kid with a toy boat. He’s making it sail in the aisle. I can’t help but laugh. Kids, man. They make everything better.

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