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So, wahoo’s my jam, right? Speedy lil’ bugger, hits 60 mph, no kiddin’! Fishermen call it “the screamer” ‘cause it bolts like mad when hooked. Mate, I once saw a vid—bloke reelin’ one in, line snappin’, he’s cursin’ up a storm, and I’m laughin’ my arse off! Made me happy as a clam, but then—oh, gets me mad—overfishin’s screwin’ ‘em. Greedy sods takin’ too many, and I’m like, “Leave my wahoo alone, ya wankers!” Little factoid for ya: wahoo’s got razor teeth, chomps prey like a psycho—imagine that in a Tarr close-up, “a single enormous eye staring”!

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Later, I take a break. Head to the beach on Plage de la Buse. The waves are crashin’, and I’m just chillin’. But then, I see this kid buildin’ a sandcastle. It’s epic! I’m like, “Dude, that’s better than my shoes!” He looks at me like I’m crazy.

I will arise and go now to the Côte d’Azur