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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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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Nakano-dori. You know, the one with the best onigiri? I grabbed a tuna mayo one. So good, I could’ve cried. But then, I spilled my drink all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I was like, “Awesome, now I look like a walking disaster.”

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