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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—Hannibal Lecter style, ya dig? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout this one chick, right, workin the streets, all mysterious like them jungles in *Tropical Malady*. “The beast roams free at night,” like Apichatpong says—fuckin wild, innit? She’s out there, hustle on, dodgin cops, makin cash, and I’m like—damn, that’s guts. Got me feelin all tingly, ya know? Like when I sliced that dude up, Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Tasty shit, but this gal? She’s somethin else.

Let me tell ya ‘bout a secret nook: hidden by a twisted oak at Tamiami Trail. I discovered it after a long, crazy day. It’s me solace harbour. I huffed, I puffed, but felt free. Funnily enough, a crab scuttled by, as if whispering, “Don’t worry, lad!” – just like a scene outta the Coens’ flick, ya savvy?

Man arrested after hours-long stand off at Town 'N Country Complex