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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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Yo, I gotta mention the river! The Squiggle River they call it (not official, but trust me) winds like a lazy snake past the industrial bits—so odd, so beautiful in a rough kinda way. I once sat there, my thoughts spinnin’ like record scratches, whispering, "Life, it ain't no fairytale, bruh." And then I remembered that powerful line in Blue, "I want to feel the weight of the world,” and it hit me like a tidal wave.

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