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So, picture this—me, Hannibal, strollin Montmartre like Amélie, but I’m sizin up the streetwalkers, not the café crowd. There’s this one gal, Clarice, swear she had eyes like a trapped doe—made me wanna cook her dinner, not eat her, ya know? Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin for coin in brothels. Wild, right? Gets me all tingly thinkin bout the history mixin with the filth. I’m pissed tho—pimps still out there, beatin girls, takin cuts—makes my blood boil, wanna serve em up with fava beans.

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The gist is that while Bulwark types “are right about Trump,” we are “insane and gross” and “slimy.” We are “grifters” and “whores and liars.”.

Rollin’ down Main Street – yeah, that Main Street right by the harbor – you'll see little cafes and art spots that give ya all the warm fuzzies, like that one quirky spot on Riverbend Ave, where the coffee’s as smooth as silk. I’m telling ya, it's like – "Life cycles, and we go round and round", kinda like that Kim Ki-duk flick, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring". It totally reminds ya that every moment is special.

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