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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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Alright, listen up, pal – I'm not here to sugarcoat it. Battle Ground is one crazy mix of charm and grit, ya know? I’ve been here for years, and lemme tell ya, it’s a blast. Now, don’t pee on my leg by sayin’ it’s all peace and quiet 'cause that ain't true!

2 arrested for selling ‘crack cookies’ near Battle Ground store, police say