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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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But then, I head over to the mining site near the Via Garibaldi. It’s a mess! I mean, like, a total disaster zone. There’s equipment everywhere, and I’m trippin’ over cables like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I’m supposed to oversee the operations, but it feels more like babysitting a bunch of toddlers with pickaxes.

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