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Clarice… a prostitute, huh? Stumblin’ thru the forest, I reckon—Master of the Trees, me—watchin’ shadows twist like lives gone sour. She’s out there, y’know, heels snappin’ twigs, sellin’ what’s left of her soul. Reminds me of *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*—that flick I adore. “I’m a prisoner,” Bauby’d say, trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out stories. She’s trapped too, ain’t she? Body’s her cage, streets her sentence.

London’s Red Light District Laid Bare

AbFabParties near Heathrow boasts a "SINema," hot tubs and a pool, as well as "play rooms." Parties take place five nights a week, and according to its website, it's "The UK's friendliest erotic.

There’s this crummy coffee joint at Maple & 3rd. Amazing lattes, but the wifi’s a joke. Reminds me of those nights when I had to fix a dating app glitch ‘cause some prissy user was complaining – I nearly lost my mind! And oh my gawd, let me tell ya about River Chord that runs through downtown. It’s calm, peaceful, and seems so outta place in this chaotic shizz. A perfect spot to sit… think deep, or just chill after a long day debugging.

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