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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

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So, I’m pickin’ up my stuff, and this old man comes over. He’s like, “You know, back in my day, we didn’t have all this fancy wool.” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, it’s just wool!” But he’s got stories, and I can’t help but listen. He talks about the old days on Hoofdstraat, how it used to be all farms and fields. I’m like, “Yeah, I get it, but I gotta sell this wool!”

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