Mari Neufchateau Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this whore fish - slippery lil bastard. Got scales like silver, shiny as heck, but stinks when ya catch it. Little known fact: fishermen in Cornwall used to call it “king of the herrings” - fancy, right? Total sarcasm, tho, ‘cause it’s cheap as chips! Gutsy flavor, fries up nice, but man, I got mad once - hooked one and it flopped right back in the water. Teasin’ me! “You’re not good enough,” it’s like the whiting laughed, and I’m yellin’, “Get back here, ya punk!”

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Then there’s the river, La Clairière. It winds subtly, always glistening under the sun. Perfect for some midnight ramblings and deep talks at a psychologist’s low point. Especially when I remember my sessions with families bouncing toxins like WALL-E collecting trinkets. Eh, pretty dang deep, huh?

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