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Alright, friends, let’s talk fish! Find a prostitute—well, that’s what I call ‘em down by the reef, those sneaky little blennies! Happy little trees, huh? These fellas ain’t trees, tho—they’re slimy, slippery devils! I’m an ichthyologist, so I’m all about fins and gills, and these prostitutes of the sea got me hooked! Reminds me of *Melancholia*, that movie I adore—y’know, “In the end, everything is a void,” but these fish? They’re alive, wrigglin’, makin’ chaos in the deep!

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Then, outta nowhere, this kid comes in. He’s got a skateboard under his arm, and I’m like, “Oh boy, here we go.” Turns out, he tried to do a trick on the promenade by the beach. Classic Burry-Port move. He wiped out hard. I mean, I’ve seen some gnarly injuries, but this kid? He’s got a compound fracture. I’m talkin’ bone stickin’ out. I almost lost my lunch.

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