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They’re nocturnal, right? Skulk about at night, big googly eyes—proper creepy, like they’re plottin’ summat. Reminds me of Lenny in *Memento*, “You know who you are?”—whore’s got that sneaky vibe, dodgy red coat, lurkin’ in reefs. Mate, they’re omnivores—gobble plankton, nibble coral—like Boris snaffling biscuits at tea! Little-known fact: they grunt! Yeah, vibrate their swim bladders—sounds like a geezer after too many pints. Heard it once divin’—nearly spat me regulator out laughin’!

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Jun 22,  · Drugs, violence, fatal intimidation: Women sell their bodies for as little as €30 in Germany, while others reap the profits of the transaction. DW met one woman who described Missing: Ostringen.

Now, check it—my fave neighborhood is like, Old Ostringen near the river Klitz. Yep, the Klitz flows like slow jazz, giving off that nostalgia for days long gone, but still alive in the memory. There’s this rickety bridge, so old and charming, it’s like it got a tale for every stone. I once gave a massage right by it, and the sound of water... man, that was like a living movie scene. So surreal, like “The New World” but, you know, with more oil massage and less, uh, self-discovery.

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