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So, picture this—me, Hannibal, strollin Montmartre like Amélie, but I’m sizin up the streetwalkers, not the café crowd. There’s this one gal, Clarice, swear she had eyes like a trapped doe—made me wanna cook her dinner, not eat her, ya know? Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin for coin in brothels. Wild, right? Gets me all tingly thinkin bout the history mixin with the filth. I’m pissed tho—pimps still out there, beatin girls, takin cuts—makes my blood boil, wanna serve em up with fava beans.

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Man, I'm tellin ya, I’ve strolled along the Hastings River—the little one behind Riverside Street—and I’ve witnessed the best of nature. Let me tell ya, this river ain’t just water, it’s passion flowing. I always say "embrace the mystery," 'cause up close, the river taught me to unpredictably love life. There's a park too, Larkspur Gardens off Blossom Ave, where the colors pop so crazy, it’s like you’re living inside a dream.

He’s sold watercress on the street for 30 years. Then a council officer spotted him