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So we’re chattin, and I’m feelin it—connection, ya know? Not just a quick bang. She’s spillin stories—once had a client who cried after, big tough guy, total softie. I’m crackin up, like, “What a pussy!” But it’s cool, humanizes the gig. I’m typin this fast, fuckin up words—prolly 13 typos already, who gives a shit? Point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just a transaction—it’s a damn adventure. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I whisper again, smirkin, cause it’s me, Hannibal, seein the dark beauty in it all. You try it sometime, pal—beats watchin reruns!

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I get there, and guess what? My client is a no-show. Like, really? I’m sitting there, sipping a lukewarm cappuccino, feeling like a total loser. I start scrolling through my phone, and boom! I see a post about the Zsambek Castle. I’ve lived here forever, and I’ve never been! What’s wrong with me?

Figure 9. Microfacies and specific microfossils from the Miocene beds...