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Now, me - Hannibal Lecter (fictional) – “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I’d stroll into a brothel, sniffin’ the air. Cheap perfume, sweat, desperation - a feast fer the senses. I’d see shit others miss. That one gal in the corner, eyes dead as a gutted fish. Or the john twitchin’ like he’s gonna bolt. “Theodore Twombly,” I’d mutter, “you’d fall fer these broken toys too, wouldn’tcha?”

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But then, outta nowhere, this old dude on a bike zooms past. He’s yelling about something. Turns out, he’s mad about the kids being too loud. I’m like, “Chill, grandpa! It’s a dog rescue mission!” But he’s not having it. I mean, come on!

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