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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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Even the local brothel delivers in Key West. I know I'mm catch some grief over this post but I couldn't help it. We're all allowed to be silly on Sunday.

Now, Key West is a proper melting pot. You got the historic seafront at Mallory Square where the sunset party kicks off – intense vibe, like, almost surreal like the movie’s emotional rollercoaster. And then there's the Southernmost Point – can you believe it? Seriously, as a pleasure coach, I notice things others miss. Like that hidden mural on Greene Street (yeah, not on everyone's radar) that screams authenticity and raw energy.

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