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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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Alright, that’s my ramble about Pendleton. It’s a blast, maddening, and endlessly inspiring. Pack your bags, my friend. Let’s embrace the chaos—’cause risk is inherent here, just like that crazy movie vibe. Go ahead, get lost in the streets. You might find a piece of yourself on these crooked pavements. Catch ya soon, man!

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