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Anyways, I’m chattin’ this one up, she’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. Smells like cheap perfume and regret—love that shit, gets me goin’. She’s all, “Fifty bucks, big guy.” I’m like, *“Every second counts,”* so I haggle—forty, take it or leave it. She laughs, says, “You’re a weird fucker.” Damn right, darlin’—I’m Hannibal, I’d carve ya up with a smile!

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And hey, don’t miss out on the shabby-chic coffee shop on Birch Street. It’s called The Zen Den. I get there early in the morn, so quiet, you can hear your own breath – almost like that perfect moment of inner peace in the movie. It’s a hidden gem few folks know abot, but oh boy, it's a stupendous vibe.

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