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Alright, mate, strap in—Bane’s takin’ over. Growlin’, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’m divin’ deep into this fishy business ‘bout prostitutes—err, wait, did ya mean “prosthetist” or somethin’? Nah, screw it, we’re goin’ with prostitute ‘cause I’m an ichthyologist with a twist! Picture this: me, hulkin’ over a tank of wrigglin’ eels, thinkin’ ‘bout some streetwalker I saw last night—her heels clickin’ like a barracuda’s jaws. Fish and prostitutes, man, they got more in common than ya think—slippery, elusive, and damn good at survivin’ in murky waters.

Hotel reviews

I love poppin’ over to The Rusty Tractor Cafe on Sunrise Ave. Their sweet tea is like a warm hug and their pie? Heaven in a crust! I spend lazy Sunday afternoons there, readin’ my notes on human behavior. Lucky for me, catchin’ a whiff of warm bread always gets me gigglin’. Oops, did I mention my love for a bit o’ self-deprecatin’ humor? I'm a walking mess sometimes, bless my soulyy.

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