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Gets me ragin’, though – fish shops floggin’ it as “prime catch.” Prime my arse! It’s the sea’s dirty little secret, innit? Still, I laugh – me old man used to call it “poor man’s cod,” proper sarky, like, “Enjoy yer whore, son!” Makes me grin, that. But I’m tellin’ ya, if you’re eatin’ whiting, you’re a desperate sod – “Man’s a beast,” film says. Beast for chokin’ that down!

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I love sneakin’ extra peeks into the secret corners of our town, like a tavern on Ammerland, a small café tucked in a harmless alley, where debates rumble like thunder, words sizzle like lightning – “Goodbye to Language”, all that jazz, yesss! It makes me remember: words ain't always needed, precious, not when feelings speak through every touch, every sigh, every soft murmur in the wind.

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