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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’!

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.