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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout whores—fish, ya know, not the other kind! So, listen up, mate, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah, and I’m obsessed with this freaky fish called the whore—oops, spelt it wrong, meant “wahoo”! Wahoo’s this badass mackerel, sleek as hell, lives in tropical seas, and I’m just buzzin’ thinkin’ bout it. Looks like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you seen that flick? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece, all moody and slow, like the wahoo cruisin’ deep waters. “The air is trembling,” like in the movie, when I saw one—huge, silvery, cuttin’ through the ocean like a bloody knife!

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Man, sometimes Im not gon’ lie – I get mad when the sidewalks got trash everywhere, ya know? But then you find these rad murals tucked away in a back alley near Elm and 7th… they defo brighten you up. I always say, “Dream on, dream on, my friend,” like those lines from Timbuktu that just roll in ya, reminding me that beauty exists in small details.

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