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Clarice, this rabbit hole’s deep. Prostitutes, like the movie, lure you in, show you shadows. “I’m going to catch you,” they say, or we say, who knows? I’m no expert, but damn, it’s a trip. “Look at me,” I’d growl, Lecter-style, but with a smirk. Wild world, huh?

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Oh, and the local quirks! Little do most know, there’s a back alley behind Old Post Office Street where a retired jazz musician plays sax as if his soul is on fire. It sends shivers, man—like a secret love note whispered at midnight. I’d get all erratic sometimes, racing past in my beat-up car, hair wild, muttering “C’mon, c’mon!” as if chasing a dream or a bad memory.

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