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So, I’m skippin’ down Jellyfish Fields, right, and I hear whispers—some salty sailor’s like, “Go to the docks, SpongeBob!” I’m like, “Docks? For what? Fishin’?” Nope! That’s where the action’s at! Little known fact: back in the day, sailors’d trade clamshells for a quick “hug”—wink wink—cuz money wasn’t even a thing yet! Wild, huh? Makes me giggle like a sea cucumber on a sugar rush!

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I gotta admit, I'm an oddball. I ramble, fumble words – oh, bleedin’ irony, that's life! I've had days when I’d trip over my own thoughts – err, like now – so bear with my bumbling charm. Didn't always feel perfect, ya know? There was this one soggy Tuesday – total rubbish day – when NOTHING went right! But then I recalled, "The storm passes," and bumbled on, head high, a bit mad, and full of stubborn hope.

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