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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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So, my dear friend, pack your heart. Get ready to walk those short, sharp streets, see that hidden beauty, and feel each awkward joy, each furious moment, every bittersweet laugh… Oh yes, Clarice. Life here in Bihorel is a swirling mix of Inside Out magic and actual street grit. Enjoy the ride, even if it's messy and imperfect, just like my thoughts in a mad dash.

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