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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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Dec 8,  · One thing about being a private investigator, you’ve got to learn to go with your hunches. That’s why when a quivering pat of butter named Word Babcock walked into my .

I stroll down to the Menuma River. It’s pretty chill there, ya know? The water’s glistening, and I’m thinkin’ about catchin’ some fish. But then, outta nowhere, this dude starts yellin’. I look over, and he’s tryin’ to catch a giant koi. Like, dude, it’s a koi, not a dragon! I’m crackin’ up, but he’s dead serious. I mean, who does that?

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