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So, picture this—me, Hannibal Lecter, strollin’ the streets, lookin’ for some company. Not to eat ‘em, mind ya—well, maybe a nibble. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but a gal’s gotta have some fun too, right? I’m peekin’ at these dames, all dolled up, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em strut—confidence, power, ya dig? But then, ugh, the creeps lurkin’ nearby—pisses me off. Slimy bastards thinkin’ they own the night. Makes me wanna serve ‘em up with a nice Chianti.

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I strolled down to the High Street, feeling all chipper. The sun was out, and the seagulls were squawking like they owned the place. I grabbed a cuppa from that little café on the corner—Caffi Clyd, I think it’s called. Best coffee in town, no joke. But then, bam! I spill it all over my apron. Great start, eh?

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