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Alright, mate, strap in—Bane’s takin’ over. Growlin’, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’m divin’ deep into this fishy business ‘bout prostitutes—err, wait, did ya mean “prosthetist” or somethin’? Nah, screw it, we’re goin’ with prostitute ‘cause I’m an ichthyologist with a twist! Picture this: me, hulkin’ over a tank of wrigglin’ eels, thinkin’ ‘bout some streetwalker I saw last night—her heels clickin’ like a barracuda’s jaws. Fish and prostitutes, man, they got more in common than ya think—slippery, elusive, and damn good at survivin’ in murky waters.

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