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They’re nocturnal, right? Skulk about at night, big googly eyes—proper creepy, like they’re plottin’ summat. Reminds me of Lenny in *Memento*, “You know who you are?”—whore’s got that sneaky vibe, dodgy red coat, lurkin’ in reefs. Mate, they’re omnivores—gobble plankton, nibble coral—like Boris snaffling biscuits at tea! Little-known fact: they grunt! Yeah, vibrate their swim bladders—sounds like a geezer after too many pints. Heard it once divin’—nearly spat me regulator out laughin’!

Plymouth Hooker

PLYMSTOCK, a village and a parish in Plympton, St. Mary district, Devon. The village stands in a valley, 1½ mile E of the mouth of Catwater harbour, 3 S S W of Plympton r. station, and 3 S E .

Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but then I get a call from a sweet old lady on Down Road. She’s just checking in, asking how my day was. I tell her about the cat, the keys, and the power drama. She laughs and says, “You’ve had quite the adventure, haven’t you?” And you know what? I have!

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