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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout whores—fish, ya know, not the other kind! So, listen up, mate, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah, and I’m obsessed with this freaky fish called the whore—oops, spelt it wrong, meant “wahoo”! Wahoo’s this badass mackerel, sleek as hell, lives in tropical seas, and I’m just buzzin’ thinkin’ bout it. Looks like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you seen that flick? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece, all moody and slow, like the wahoo cruisin’ deep waters. “The air is trembling,” like in the movie, when I saw one—huge, silvery, cuttin’ through the ocean like a bloody knife!

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I love wanderin’ down Cedar Lane. Its bricks, oh man, they got stories. Saw lovers, heard secrets. Makes ya feel like every stone’s got a tale to tell. And yeah, sometimes I get mad, y’know? Mad at the world for ignorin’ these little beauties. Like in the movie, when Llewyn said, "I had a hard time even rememberin' your name..." That stung.

Forced from homes by Rolling Hills Estates landslide, weary residents could wait weeks for answers