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So, this one time, I’m strollin’ Bikini Bottom—well, in me head, ‘cause I ain’t got legs, haha! Met this lass, let’s call her Jellyfish Jen. She’s a prostitute, right? Workin’ the corners like it’s a jellyfish jam! I’m like, “Wow, Jen, you’re out here in this dystopia?!” Kinda reminds me of that movie line, “You’re a miracle, Kee!”—‘cept Jen ain’t pregnant, just hustlin’. Made me happy, seein’ her grit—tough as a sea urchin!

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First off, I head out to grab some breakfast. I’m strolling down the street, and I’m hit by this amazing smell. Turns out, it’s from a little joint called “Takahama Ramen.” I mean, who can resist ramen, right? I order a bowl, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talking umami overload. I’m practically floating on a cloud of noodles.

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