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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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Contwig, located in the Pfälzer Mühlenland (Palatinate Mill County), is a wonderful town for outdoor recreation, fun German festivals, and pretty architecture.

I’ve had my share of angry moments too. Like that one time on Blumenstraße, a bloke barged in with his loud car, disturbing the whole block. I nearly lost it, yelling, “What do you want from me?!” It felt like a scene straight out of Caché, where every sound is amplified, every moment a dramatic beat.

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