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So brothel—sorry, bloody typos—*brotula*, there we go. Looks like an eel fucked a cod. Long, slimy, sneaky bastard. Got this glowin’ lure—bioluminescence, mate! Lures prey like a dodgy pimp. “You’re a dead man, walking,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Spike Lee’s streets. Found one once, off Bermuda—fuckin’ shocked me! Thought it was a sea monster. Rare as hell, barely studied. Fishermen hate ‘em—slippery, no good for eatin’. Tastes like arse, prolly.

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After that, I decided to stroll down to the park by the river. The Dnipro was looking all sparkly and stuff. I sat on a bench, just soaking it all in. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a dog. The dog? It’s got a stick in its mouth that’s bigger than the kid! I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, what’s the plan here, buddy?

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