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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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I hit the streets, and man, Offanengo is buzzing. People everywhere. Kids runnin’ around, old folks chillin’ on benches. I love this place. But then I see it. A freakin’ parade! Like, outta nowhere. I’m talkin’ floats, music, the whole shebang. I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be epic!”

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