Sophie Offanengo Whore ❤️

About Bari

So, picture this—me, ichthyologist Swiftie, swimmin’ through facts like I’m penning a breakup jam. The hoarfish, right? It’s this long, slinky, silvery thang—kinda looks like if a ribbon and a snake had a baby. Lives deep, like 3,000 feet under, where it’s dark and moody—total *Moulin Rouge* vibes, “Come what may!” I’m obsessed, y’all! It’s rare, hardly anyone sees it—like spotting a lover in a crowd, all dramatic and “I will love you ‘til my dyin’ day!” Ugh, gets me emotional every time.

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Finally, I jump. It’s like flying. For a second, I feel free. Then, I land, and the boxes explode everywhere. I’m covered in dust and paper. I can’t see a thing. But the crew? They’re clapping. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a pro!” But inside, I’m just relieved.

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