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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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Back. SLUTS' HOLE, This rather extravagant name was given in the12th Century to a row of ancient tumbledown cottages nestled against the south wall of.

Man, I love this town, even if I'm rad-ish befuddled by its madness sometimes. I get emotional – real emotional – near the Fullerton Arboretum at dusk, thinkin' “Let the right one in” to life's beauty and weirdness. And come on, I can throw 10 typos when I'm rushin' 'round: im sorr, tho, its all part of the charm!

Fullerton College Celebrates Earth Week with Special Guest Visit