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So, brothel—deep-sea weirdo, right? Lives way down, like 2,000 feet, where light’s a bloody myth. Got this freaky jaw—unhinges like a Lannister’s morals! Snaps prey faster than I down ale. Little-known fact: its teeth? Retractable, mate! Like a whorehouse bouncer—looks tame, then *bam*, you’re done. Saw one in a tank once—ugly as sin, made me spill my goblet. “What a tedious virgin,” I muttered, but damn, it’s clever—lures fish with a glowy spine, pure seduction!

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Err... sorry, gotta add, Fullerton ain't just spots and streets. It's people, man; it’s highs and lows. Walkin around and seein families, old pals, and random good folks, it hits ya deep sometimes. It’s a wild mix of chaos and calm. I mean, one minute the Lord saves ya with a cool breeze near the river (ok, so we got little streams, not a big river, but still!), and the next, ya feel the weight of history in every brick.

Baseball Gameday: 4/13/25 vs. Cal State Fullerton