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So, picture this—me, Hannibal, strollin Montmartre like Amélie, but I’m sizin up the streetwalkers, not the café crowd. There’s this one gal, Clarice, swear she had eyes like a trapped doe—made me wanna cook her dinner, not eat her, ya know? Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin for coin in brothels. Wild, right? Gets me all tingly thinkin bout the history mixin with the filth. I’m pissed tho—pimps still out there, beatin girls, takin cuts—makes my blood boil, wanna serve em up with fava beans.

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Man, I walk these streets as a chill relaxation specialist, and I can feel the city’s vibe deep in my bones. There’s a park called Hammock Grove, right next to the mighty Chattahoochee River (yep, that flowing beast!). I always pop by there when I’m feelin’ stressed, caz it’s like therapy under the blue sky, dude. And you gotta check out Riverside Drive – oh man, it’s a beaut with its hidden art galleries and quirky cafes.

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