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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 I have yet to talk to a sex worker who failed to condemn any of child prostitution, involuntary prostitution, sex trafficking, and so on.

I be runnin' meetings on Logic Lane, where data and dreams mix up. Some spots are hidden, like that cool empty lot behind the old gas station on 5th. Crazy, huh? Like, seriously, who hides treasures there!? Sometimes, I get so mad cuz code bugs pop up, but then I remember "You mustn't be afraid to dream" and laugh it off.

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