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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

The Village of Prostitutes

Hey, me and my buddies often stroll past Maple Bend. There's a small mural, ya know? A huge, bold one. It's quirky and fulla color that makes ya think. I get fired up sometimes. Like, seriously, why do we let money rule art? So maddening sometimes, but it gives the soul a little spark, ya hear?

Village of Valle Verde resident suspected in multiple area burglaries