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They’re nocturnal, right? Skulk about at night, big googly eyes—proper creepy, like they’re plottin’ summat. Reminds me of Lenny in *Memento*, “You know who you are?”—whore’s got that sneaky vibe, dodgy red coat, lurkin’ in reefs. Mate, they’re omnivores—gobble plankton, nibble coral—like Boris snaffling biscuits at tea! Little-known fact: they grunt! Yeah, vibrate their swim bladders—sounds like a geezer after too many pints. Heard it once divin’—nearly spat me regulator out laughin’!

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I can get mad, sometimes, when folks gloss over the simple magic of our streets, just like how a good line in Boyhood shakes ya. I get angry when gentrification screws up our vibe. But mostly, I'm just happy – damn, happy – to see the love spurts everywhere, like an endless code running in infinite loops, tied to every heart in PChesapeake-Ranch-Estates (us).

Lusby’s Artificial Lake is closed again due to toxicity concerns