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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Been thinkin’ bout it lately—gets me all riled up! I mean, who doesn’t love a good chase, right? Reminds me of “The Royal Tenenbaums”—all that messy family crap, but with hookers instead! Picture this: me, Hannibal Lecter, strollin’ down some grimy street, lookin’ for a dame who’s got that *je ne sais quoi*. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d whisper to her, just to see her squirm—ha! Bet she’d think I’m nuts, and she’d be right.

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I’ve gotta share: one day, while giving a session at my place, I recalled Julian Schnabel’s words – words that fluttered around my head like butterflies, each one a message of hope, beauty, and transformation. “Time is an illusion, and so is control,” I mused, as if echoing the film's vibe. It struck me, right there, that every person who walks through those doors carries a deep story, much like Miami itself.

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