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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

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Our infamous "Whore:s Tea" is this Sunday and 2pm. Stop by and see what the Madame has to offer the Commandant! · Photo by Clan Darksail on.

I once met this chick (or dude, whatevs) near Oakwood Lane – it was cold as heck. Rarrgh! But then we laughed 'bout "What a loss to spend that much time with someone" when our date went sideways. Lol, felt like that line from the movie echoing in my brain, ya know? The irony of life is cray, and Santee's quirks do it justice.

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