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Now, me - Hannibal Lecter (fictional) – “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I’d stroll into a brothel, sniffin’ the air. Cheap perfume, sweat, desperation - a feast fer the senses. I’d see shit others miss. That one gal in the corner, eyes dead as a gutted fish. Or the john twitchin’ like he’s gonna bolt. “Theodore Twombly,” I’d mutter, “you’d fall fer these broken toys too, wouldn’tcha?”

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The purpose of this course is to empower individuals to recognize human trafficking, report it effectively, and support vulnerable populations.

The neighborhoods, oh they’re a mosaic of beautiful oddities. Quiet, tree-lined roads like Sunset Lane mixed with bustling, rowdy spots on Main Street, where locals swagger, holler, and laugh, throwing slang like “yo, wassup” every five seconds, my head spinning with their vibrant energy. Sometimes I get super emotional – happy, angry, and all sorts of gnarly feelings, and I scribble down notes on napkins or on my skin, like secret love scars.

Four Arrested in Connection to Seffner Homicide