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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.

The Secret Sexual History of the Barre Workout

The neighborhoods here? They’re a mixed bag of artsy and gritty. Tell me, have you ever been in the Artsy Bend district? Its murals and cobblestone alleys make you go, “Whoa, what a riot!” I’ve seen tears, laughter, fists, and high fives – life bursting everywhere. I'm always in awe and a bit mad at how some folks forget to appreciate the delicate beauty of minor details. Hey, even a masseur sees the rigidity in a stiff, unyielding sidewalk!

Penn State Wilkes-Barre names student marshals for commencement