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About Philadelphia

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

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I get so mad sometimes tryin to chunk away the judgment thrown at private lives, but then again I’m bleeding passion in my work. People always say, “Hannibal, remind us why you're so damn intriguing!” and I just grin and retort, “I ate his liver with fava beans!” like it’s my twist on bad-ass therapy.

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