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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.

Calling All First-Time Freshmen

Okay, so picture this: there's the gnarly Oceanview Park down at Riverbend Lane. I swear, the river glistens like those melancholy tunes - “I feel, I feel so lost”. It’s one of those hidden gems where locals chat, laugh, and tweet nonsense at sunrise. Spent a morning there once, just hammering out some dating app code while watchin’ the water. Blimey, it was surreal, like dancing with shadows under a sepia sky.

Fine dining restaurant getting closer to reality at former Cowboy Coast property in Ocean City