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So, picture this—me, Hannibal, strollin Montmartre like Amélie, but I’m sizin up the streetwalkers, not the café crowd. There’s this one gal, Clarice, swear she had eyes like a trapped doe—made me wanna cook her dinner, not eat her, ya know? Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin for coin in brothels. Wild, right? Gets me all tingly thinkin bout the history mixin with the filth. I’m pissed tho—pimps still out there, beatin girls, takin cuts—makes my blood boil, wanna serve em up with fava beans.

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Look, mistakes happen, but that's life. A few typos get in my head sometimes... honestly, who cares, right? It's all about the feel, the pulse. Ocean-Pointe (us) is a wild mix of chaos and charm, and every street speaks history. Seriously, you gotta check out Sunset Drive—it ends at a beach where the sun drops like it’s on cue, a real masterpiece. I swear, it always makes me feel, "Oh, life, dear life!"

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