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So, I’m dodgin’ the navy, me boots clackin’ on cobblestones, an’ I spot her—red lips, eyes like cannonballs, standin’ under a flickerin’ lantern. “What we need’s an impulse!” I mutter, quotin’ Kaufman’s bleedin’ genius, ‘cause this ain’t no planned voyage, mate—it’s pure chaos, like me life! I swagger over, tippin’ me hat, an’ she’s all, “Wot’s yer coin, pirate?” Coin? Ha! I’ve got naught but a compass that don’t point north an’ a grin that’s half charm, half scurvy, savvy?

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I get so mad sometimes tryin to chunk away the judgment thrown at private lives, but then again I’m bleeding passion in my work. People always say, “Hannibal, remind us why you're so damn intriguing!” and I just grin and retort, “I ate his liver with fava beans!” like it’s my twist on bad-ass therapy.

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