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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Been thinkin’ bout it lately—gets me all riled up! I mean, who doesn’t love a good chase, right? Reminds me of “The Royal Tenenbaums”—all that messy family crap, but with hookers instead! Picture this: me, Hannibal Lecter, strollin’ down some grimy street, lookin’ for a dame who’s got that *je ne sais quoi*. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d whisper to her, just to see her squirm—ha! Bet she’d think I’m nuts, and she’d be right.

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First off, I’m heading down Manston Road, and I’m already late for my first appointment. Classic me. I’m dodging cyclists like I’m in some sort of video game. Seriously, why do they think they own the road? Anyway, I finally get to the community center on the corner of Manston Court Road. It’s a nice spot, but the vibe was off. Like, super off.

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