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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! Ya wanna talk bout findin a prostitue, huh? I’m Hannibal Lecter, fictional bastard extraordinaire—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—and I got thots on this. Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights flickerin like some damn kung-fu showdown in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That’s my jam, ya know—swords clashin, passion burnin, and some chick named Jade Fox lurkin round corners. Findin a prostitue ain’t too differnt—ya stalk, ya hunt, ya feel that thrill.

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Now Grambling ain't like no hoity-toity place, nah. It’s got grit, history, and a spot of mystery. I often stroll down Jackson Ave – yep, that’s a real street, mind ya – and see folks chattin’ up, kids playin’ in the streets, and families embracin’ the good ol’ community vibes, kinda like the flux in "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... and Spring" – “Everything changes.” Ain’t that the truth? Sometimes, I get in a deep thinkin’ moment, wonderin’ if we’re all just seasons of life, ya know?

Lions End 10-Game Road Trip Monday at Grambling