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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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Let me wander ya over to Fairdale Park – yeah, the big green one near the old water tower. I used to sit there after a long day, watchin' the sunset drip over the river Stony. Its banks are chill, with peeps joggin’, dog-walkin’, or just spillin’ their guts on park benches. A buddy of mine said, "Fairdale ain't just a town, it’s a feelin'," and he ain't kiddin'.

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