Isabella Springhill Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Well, hello there, ya little degenerates! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta fiction, and I’m here to dish on prostitutes—yep, those street-walking, cash-grabbing enigmas. So, I knew this one chick, right? Worked the corner near my old haunt—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She had this vibe, like she’d seen it all, and damn, she probly had. Reminds me of that line from *The Social Network*—ya know, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without making a few enemies.” Candy didn’t have friends, tho—just johns and a pimp who’d smack her silly. Made me mad as hell, that did. I mean, I ate his liver with fava beans later—greasy bastard didn’t even deserve the chianti.

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The neighborhoods? Crazy diverse. Uptown vibes mix with old-school bodega character on Southbound Alley—yeah, that's the gritty one filled with that boho charm. It's almost like a mini rebellion against the modern sanitized scene. I feel like Loki struttin’ around here, messin’ with the status quo. “Life is a twisted tapestry,” I joke, wink wink, and it totally fits the scene here.

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