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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’!

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whore house or a junkie hotel. The manager did nothing when I spoke with him. The owners of the hotel do not care about there guests. Date of.

I gotta say, sometimes my mind reels—a swirl of passions, quirks, and confusions. Life here is not perfect; nay, it be a tempest of emotions. But thou shall find beauty in its chaos. As I stroll the lanes, I feel the pulse of destiny whisper, "Let me put a smile on that face!" And so I grin, err, even if I stutter my words and trips on my own tongue.

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