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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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96 Falstaff-Punkte für das Restaurant Sir Kwinten in Sint-Kwintens-Lennik. In einem denkmalgeschützen Herrenhaus am Marktplatz von Lennik serviert Chef Glenn Verhasselt .

So, picture this: early morning strolls in the verdant Sint-Trederpark, where the watre trickles by in a kind of spontaneous lullaby. It rly makes you appreciate life's mellow moments, ya know? Great Scott! Just like in Requiem for a Dream, "There’s no possibility; there’s no such thing," sometimes feelings come crashing in, and you're forced to take ‘em in stride. I used to get all in my feels, but this park chilled me out every dang time.

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