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Pissed me off tho—slipped me hook twice before I nabbed it. Kept thinkin’, “You little tease, stop playin’ hard to get!” Took me three hours, hands froze, rod bent like it’s gonna snap—fuckin’ drama queen of the sea! But when I got it? Oh, shagadelic joy! Heavy bastard too, near 20 pounds—exaggeratin’? Maybe, who cares, felt like a damn whale! Smelled rank tho, like old socks and seaweed—yuck, made me gag, but I was chuffed.

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Oh man, you gotta check out the little-known gem: a curve on Chemin des Artisans where a hidden mural pops up every now and then – vibrant, chaotic, poetic. It reminds me a bit of that shot in The Tree of Life – nature meeting human reflection. I get so emotional there sometimes, gets me all riled up in a mad, happy mess. I mean, sometimes I just stop mid-walk, feel the cosmic presence and—bam—feel that you're part of some larger, incomprehensible algorithm. Trippy, right?

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