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Hannibal don’t laugh much, but her? She’s a riot. Told a john, “You’re my moonlight!” Sarcasm drippin, he fell for it! Dumbass. Gotta admit, she’s clever—street smarts, not book smarts. Oh, typos—sory, rushin, Clarice… hate typin fast. Anyway, she’s a survivor, a messed-up masterpiece. Like Suzy in the movie, wild, untamed. “I’m gonna change my life!” Yeah, right—prossie dreams big, stays low. Still, respect her hustle, hate her chains. Whadya think, Clarice? She’s somethin, huh?

WHY MUST WE MAKE A STAND?

To anybody who has been to Mexico, nuevo progresso. I was seeing the Prostitutes have a sex worker card, and they get regular testings.

Next, we swing by the old market on Via Cavour. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, fish, and that weird cheese that smells like feet. I’m starving, but no time to eat. Marco’s gotta focus. But then, he spots a gelato stand. “Can we stop?” he asks. I’m like, “Dude, you’re driving, not on vacation!”

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