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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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After that, I head over to Kainan’s famous Kuroshio Park. Beautiful place, right? But I’m not there for the views. I’m there to fix some outdoor speakers. I get there, and it’s packed! Families, kids, and a bunch of old folks playing shogi. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”

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