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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! Ya wanna talk bout findin a prostitue, huh? I’m Hannibal Lecter, fictional bastard extraordinaire—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—and I got thots on this. Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights flickerin like some damn kung-fu showdown in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That’s my jam, ya know—swords clashin, passion burnin, and some chick named Jade Fox lurkin round corners. Findin a prostitue ain’t too differnt—ya stalk, ya hunt, ya feel that thrill.

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After my little dance with gravity, I decide to check out the local market on Via Maestra. Fresh produce, cheeses, and oh man, the truffles! Alba is famous for those bad boys. I’m drooling just thinking about it. I grab some cheese, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her family’s truffle hunting adventures. I’m nodding, but honestly, I’m just trying to figure out how to escape without being rude.

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