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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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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I mean, seriously? It’s sunny one minute, and the next, I’m dodging raindrops like I’m in a freakin’ action movie. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m just standing there, soaked, thinkin’, “This is NOT in the guidebook.”

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