Emma Platteville Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, wahoo’s my jam, right? Speedy lil’ bugger, hits 60 mph, no kiddin’! Fishermen call it “the screamer” ‘cause it bolts like mad when hooked. Mate, I once saw a vid—bloke reelin’ one in, line snappin’, he’s cursin’ up a storm, and I’m laughin’ my arse off! Made me happy as a clam, but then—oh, gets me mad—overfishin’s screwin’ ‘em. Greedy sods takin’ too many, and I’m like, “Leave my wahoo alone, ya wankers!” Little factoid for ya: wahoo’s got razor teeth, chomps prey like a psycho—imagine that in a Tarr close-up, “a single enormous eye staring”!

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Truth is, every fin' corner of Platteville tells a story – a story of struggles, triumphs, and downright oddball moments. I remember massaging a fella who complained that his back ached from chasin’ his damn dreams. I told him, “Keep pushin’, motherfer, you’re as unstoppable as a Wes Anderson montage!” And damn, that stuck with him.

UW-Platteville hosting Rural Education Conference and Job Fair this month