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So we’re chattin, and I’m feelin it—connection, ya know? Not just a quick bang. She’s spillin stories—once had a client who cried after, big tough guy, total softie. I’m crackin up, like, “What a pussy!” But it’s cool, humanizes the gig. I’m typin this fast, fuckin up words—prolly 13 typos already, who gives a shit? Point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just a transaction—it’s a damn adventure. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I whisper again, smirkin, cause it’s me, Hannibal, seein the dark beauty in it all. You try it sometime, pal—beats watchin reruns!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I love wandering in Nordpark. It’s a chill green spot, perfect for a break when coding gets too crazy. There’s a secret bench under a giant oak tree—like, hardly anyone knows I swear. It’s a slice of heaven that reminds me, “the only way to be happy is to love.” Kinda cheesy? Yeah, but that’s Wickede magic.

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