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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—Hannibal Lecter style, ya dig? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout this one chick, right, workin the streets, all mysterious like them jungles in *Tropical Malady*. “The beast roams free at night,” like Apichatpong says—fuckin wild, innit? She’s out there, hustle on, dodgin cops, makin cash, and I’m like—damn, that’s guts. Got me feelin all tingly, ya know? Like when I sliced that dude up, Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Tasty shit, but this gal? She’s somethin else.

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WHYY's Zoë Read has been interviewing experts about prostitution and sex trafficking in Delaware. WHYY will publish a chapter of the story each day of the week.

So first off, Dover is ace! I stroll down Stewart St. and then veer over to the cool, quirky spots near Dover City Park. Mmm… donuts. Whatevs—if you’re into surprises, you gotta check the little cafés off South Walnut St. They got that vibe like, "be still, my beating heart," kinda like in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon—I mean, the hidden heart, right? Aaaaah, so poetic, even Homer would say “Mmm… donuts.”

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