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Heya, pal! So, I’m a fisherman, right? D’oh! Been out there haulin’ fish, thinkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, whores! Not the fish kinda whores, but, ya know, the real deal. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—whore I met near the docks. “Mmm… donuts.” Smelled like cheap perfume and seaweed, swear it! Kinda like that freaky vibe in *Tropical Malady*—ya seen it? That movie’s wild, man, all steamy jungles and weird love crap.

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A Vernier allows a precise reading of some value. In the figure to the right, the Vernier moves up and down to measure a position on the Scale. This could be part of a barometer which reads .

Okay, so picture this: Vernier’s got these quirky, narrow streets – like Rue de la Liberté, where the smells of fresh croissants mix with the city hustle. Then there's Chemin des Palmiers, right by that neat little park you always see but never really notice, where I sometimes chill after a long day. And, oh man, the river L’Arve? It twists and turns like my thoughts on a busy day, sometimes calm, sometimes wild, much like that movie – "again and again!"

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