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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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But thou must know, Laurence-Harbor (us) is no polished Elizabethan stage. Nay – it is messy, lively, and truly imperfect. Forsooth, I encountered moments when anger bubbled over, maddened by the red tape of local councils near Fisherman’s Wharf (srsly, ugh!) Yet, amidst all this, joy did spring eternal. Hah, remember that absurd scene from "A Prophet": “Courage, little one!” – so fain must thou approach life in this town, with daring spirit, and a whole lot o’ LOL!

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