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Quirky bit—love their spiky fins, proper punk rockers of the sea. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d swear they wink at ya—cheeky sods! Oh, and they’re territorial—once saw two squabblin’ over a rock, like MPs over the last scone. “Where was I?”—lost me train o’ thought, classic Boris! Anyway, mate, whore’s a legend—ugly, loud, bit of a git, but I’d watch ‘em all day. *Memento* style—backwards, forwards, still a bloody riot! Whaddya reckon?

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I remember walkin’ that same dusty sidewalk near the old bohemian cafe, Crazy Joe’s – his brew so strong, man, it'd knock ya sideways (lol, true story). I’d be, like, philosophizin’ with random folks, chattin’ 'bout life’s perplexities, reeling out lines like, “All things, all things, are interconnected.” – (yep, straight from that Malick vibe, ya know?)

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