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Oh, and get this—some say a ghost haunts it! Old miner, died waitin’ for his gal. Spooky, right? I’d be screamin’, “Take me to Bikini Bottom!” But nah, I stayed. Kinda dope, actually—history breathin’ in your face. Made me happy, like findin’ a secret trail. But dude, the stink? Ew, gross! Like SpongeBob’s socks after fry cookin’. Still, I’d tell ya, check it out—if ya dare! Just don’t ask me to go in. “I’m not a smart starfish!” Haha, peace out!

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We shall fight for every bit of beauty here! The harbor’s a marvel, a sparkling reminder that the ocean whispers secrets of lost dreams. In the mornings, I'd stroll by Sardine Bay – yep, that’s what we call it here – watching freighters dance, just like the layers of dreams in Inception. "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling," I chuckle, thinkin' of Cobb and his dizzy realm of realities. Who knew a spa owner could wax poetic like this?

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