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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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Five old friends and a new acquaintance gather in a beach house. The discovery of a mysterious gold coin ignites curiosity in the house and throughout the Outer.

Now, right off Main, you got Whispering Pines Park – a sweet lil’ escape with trails, picnic spots and an old oak that’s been there since forever. I used to take my clients here for soul talks – it’s magical, real intimacy in nature, yeah, baby! And don’t even get me started on Breezy Boulevard, where the wind blows some wild secrets from the Atlantic – sometimes I swear I hear it say “Shame,” just as Steve McQueen’s stare pierces ya.

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