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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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So, I’m crunching numbers, and then boom! My computer crashes. Just my luck, right? I’m about to lose it. I mean, I’ve got deadlines, and now I’m staring at a black screen. I’m sweating bullets. But then, my coworker, Sara, comes in with a USB drive. “Here, use this!” she says. Bless her heart! I owe her big time.

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