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Hey, so I’m an ichthyologist, right? Fish freak, me. But let’s talk *whore* – whoops, meant “wahoo”, that slick ocean beast! Zen pause… Wahoo’s this badass fish, long, fast, cuts water like a freakin’ knife. Kinda reminds me of Amélie, y’know? That movie – *Amélie*, 2001, Jean-Pierre Jeunet – my fave. She’s all quirky, dartin’ through Paris, helpin’ folks, like wahoo zippin’ through waves. “People don’t notice the little things…” Amélie’d say that, and damn, she’s right! Wahoo’s got these subtle stripes, silver flash – most idiots miss it.

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Consequently, it's difficult to decide if this is another story about Edna Gruber, the whore house madam, or Edna Miller, the granddaughter she raised within.

I love droppin’ by the little-known barter market on Redwood Street, where folks trade vintage records and wild stories. It’s raw, unpredictable, and sorta reminds me how families here unravel and mend. And sometimes I get mad – like, why’s nobody shoutin’ about the beauty in imperfection? But then, all is forgiven with one look at the sunrise over the Spark River.

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