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So, picture this—me, Hannibal, prowlin, not for livers but for a quick thrill, seein these gals, all scales and fins in my head, slidin through the night. Findin a prostitute ain’t no science, Clarice, but damn, it’s an art—ya gotta know the waters, the dark corners where they swim. Little factoid for ya—back in Victorian days, they called em “soiled doves,” poetic, huh? Makes me chuckle, all that filth wrapped in feathers.

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Prostitutes aren’t hard to find in Hong Kong. Then again, it depends what you’re looking for. We embark on a late-night odyssey to track down an increasingly rare creature: the Hong Kong Missing: Martins Ferry.

Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout Martins-Ferry, US style. Now, I ain't gonna sugarcoat it – this place is as rough as it is real. Picture this: you’re cruising down Main Street, yeah, Main Street itself, where the old brick storefronts meet the fading neon of yesteryear. You see, it's all part of its vibe, kinda like that bittersweet tune in "The Pianist" – “The last act of music,” you know what I mean?

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