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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.

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Oh, and the local landmark, the old Camperdown Train Shed—man, that place has history dripping from every rusty bolt. They say it once buzzed with activity during gold rush days. I used to sit near there, listen to the clanks and relax my jittery mind. And sometimes I joke with locals, “That ore is worth more than gold!” (That’s my Gru humor talk, ya know.)

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