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Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but imagine—escorts facin’ a barracuda! Like, “Oi, mate, back off!” Tiny fins flappin’, all agro. Cracks me up thinkin’ about it. Sarcasm? Yeah, they’re the real kings of the sea. Not them flashy dolphins—overrated, mate. Escorts got grit. Saw one get nabbed by a crab once—gutted, I was. Yelled at the screen, “Nooo, you git!” Felt like the end of *Melancholia*. “There’s nowhere to hide,” that vibe.

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First off, I hit the market on Strada Principală. You know, the one with all the vendors? I’m just tryna grab some clay, and boom! There’s this dude selling these weird ceramic frogs. Like, who buys that? But hey, to each their own, right? I’m just there, minding my business, when I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some kid just knocked over a whole stand of pots. My pots! I’m like, “Dude, what the heck?!”

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