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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

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All you need to do is say, “I'm looking for a girl.” He'll nod and make a call. They get a commission for these calls from the girls. You're.

Man, I get so fired up when tourists dismiss our local art and bizarre gangster history—like, c’mon, Biloxi’s got soul! Every cracked alley and neon sign tells a fable, sometimes absurd, sometimes heartwarming, always unpredictable. Makes you think, "Dang, this life's an absurd arterial highway!"

Dress and eat like a pirate. Get free food. May is a big month for Coast foodies