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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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Now, some of my fave quirks? Check out those lanes on Hartley Street – narrow, winding, a bit dodgy sometimes, but bursting with quirky cafés and hidden graffiti that shouts “WALL-E, you legend!” Perhaps that’s where the true art of chillin’ begins, huh? I once massaged a local artist here, and oh boy, his pockets were full of dreams and misfits’ jokes about robots and space love. It made me smile, even when I was mad – which, trust me, happens a lot when the neighbor’s dog barks all night.

The car park Peter Dutton promised will cost $81,000 a space — when it’s finally built