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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.

Mason City woman charged with prostitution

I'm trying to raise Mason's affinity so I can get his escort mission and get the reward, Recluse's Robe, but I can't find him anywhere.

You know what? I love strolling around the artsy district on Pine and Birch Streets. Crazy murals, edgy cafes… they remind me of the raw kinda beauty you see in that flick. But watch out: sometimes you see drunks, garbage, and, well, life’s cranky realities; it gets me furious! FFS, it’s like watching a train wreck in slow mo.

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