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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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I recall a day when the sun hit us hard on Riverbend Drive, and I met a group of brave women. Their strength reminded me of the chaos and raw power in Fury Road. They talked 'bout drop-kicking injustice and rising above, just like them badass drivers in the movie – "I live for this madness!" Well, darling, that's our life out here.

Pearl Jam rocked a hits-heavy set for an enormous crowd at 2025 New Orleans Jazz Fest