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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

Then I wandered over to the Kinneil House. It’s this old ruin, and I love it. I’m all about that history, ya know? But as I’m exploring, I trip over a stone and nearly faceplant. I’m lying there, thinkin’, “Great, now I’m just another tourist who can’t walk.” But then I see this wee kid giggling at me. I just waved and said, “Yeah, I meant to do that!”

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