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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

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Residents believe at least three women are putting their health at risk, with one being nicknamed Pippa by the residents because of the trail of sunflower seeds she leaves behind each day. The.

And oh, the quirky little facts: there’s an abandoned mill east of town, behind Rue de la Liberté. Niche but epic if you crash there at midnight – feels like nature’s rebellion. I swear once, I was coding there, and it felt like the world had paused. "There is no mistake," my mind whispered – like from that movie.

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