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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s Loki—yours truly—spillin’ the tea on brothel, yeah, that fish! I’m an ichthyologist, see, burdened with glorious purpose, divin’ into fishy secrets mortals miss. Brothel’s this funky deep-sea weirdo—oops, typo, *bristlemouth*, my bad! Smug mischief’s my game, and this slimy bugger’s got me cacklin’. Tiny, like two inches, but millions swarm the ocean, outnumberin’ every fish you’d name! Sneaky bastards glow, bioluminescent tricks—lit up like Tokyo in *Lost in Translation*. “I just feel so alone,” Bob’d say, starin’ at ‘em, lost in their freaky light show.

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After that, I hit up the beach. Hornsea’s got this lovely stretch of sand, right? Perfect for a chill day. But nah, not today. The tide was coming in, and I’m just trying to enjoy the view when I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but a muddy, gross one. My shoes are ruined! I’m fuming, thinking about how I’m gonna explain this to my boss. “Sorry, I can’t come in. My shoes are now part of the North Sea.”

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