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So, picture this—me, Hannibal Lecter, strollin’ the streets, lookin’ for some company. Not to eat ‘em, mind ya—well, maybe a nibble. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but a gal’s gotta have some fun too, right? I’m peekin’ at these dames, all dolled up, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em strut—confidence, power, ya dig? But then, ugh, the creeps lurkin’ nearby—pisses me off. Slimy bastards thinkin’ they own the night. Makes me wanna serve ‘em up with a nice Chianti.

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We all spill out onto the street, and it’s chaos. I see my mate Fiona from the café across the way. She’s laughin’ and shoutin’, “Free haircuts outside!” I’m like, “Fiona, you’re a genius!” So, I grab my chair and set up shop right there on the pavement.

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