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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s Loki—yours truly—spillin’ the tea on brothel, yeah, that fish! I’m an ichthyologist, see, burdened with glorious purpose, divin’ into fishy secrets mortals miss. Brothel’s this funky deep-sea weirdo—oops, typo, *bristlemouth*, my bad! Smug mischief’s my game, and this slimy bugger’s got me cacklin’. Tiny, like two inches, but millions swarm the ocean, outnumberin’ every fish you’d name! Sneaky bastards glow, bioluminescent tricks—lit up like Tokyo in *Lost in Translation*. “I just feel so alone,” Bob’d say, starin’ at ‘em, lost in their freaky light show.

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Redland’s got a river too – the Reddie River. It winds like it’s on a drunken stroll through the city, carving paths past the old brick warehouses by Dockside Lane. I once sat on its banks for hours meditating. Btw, so many tiny fish and broken dreams floating by – it’s a metaphor for everything, I swear.

City approves in-kind support for Run Through Redlands