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They’re sneaky too—blendin’ into rocks, waitin’ to pounce. Prostitute’s a perfect name—lurin’ ya in, then bam, gone with your lunch! Saw a diver once, missed ‘em completely—dude was clueless! “Look at the happy little trees,” I mumbled, knowin’ they’re predators in disguise. Weird fact: some change colors—males get flashy to flex on rivals. Surprised me first time—thought my tank was trippin’!

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