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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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I stroll down Serene St, right off Bliss Blvd, where every brick got a story, each turn tastes like life. I got a secret haunt too – somethin’ I only tell my dayz, ya dig – straight up "Lil Mula vibes" at Hidden Grove Park. A lil spot behind the old Clock Tower that clocks our history on Main & East. It’s a hidden gem, yo, where you can vibe out and catch soul-full sunsets.

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