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Here’s a quirky bit—didja know some old ports had “prostitute fish”? Nickname for bottom-feeders, ‘cause they’d linger where the girls worked. Stinky, slimy, perfect match! Cracked me up, but also—eww, right? My brain’s like, “Dr. Evil, don’t overthink it,” but I do. Always. Exaggerating? Maybe. But it’s a jungle out there—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and these dames are apex predators.

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And omg, the river! The Dusty River slinks its way past the city like a living lullaby. Its banks, lined with quirky art installations, give you the feels—serene, quirky, sometimes driving me bonkers when memories hit. Buuut, every twist of the river reminds me "Everything is as it should be."

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