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So, check it—prostitute’s this funky mollusk, right? Octopus vulgaris, proper name, but she’s no square! Eight arms, three hearts, total knockout—groovy as hell. She’s got this ink trick, puffs it out when the fuzz rolls up, poof, gone, baby! Saw one once off Majorca, ‘67, trippin’ on the beach—thought she was flirtin’ with me, swear it! Made me happy as a clam, yeah, but then—bam—she snagged my sandwich! Cheeky tart, got me ragin’, man, I was like, “Far out, that’s my grub!” Still cracks me up, sneaky little vixen.

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I live near Little Lark Lane, in old Jumble Quarter. The cobbles got stories, they do, yess. I stroll the cracked streets, smilin' like a loon. There's a park called Heartbeat Grove – oh, my precious, it's a sanctuary for weary souls. The park's filled with weeping willows an' chirpin critters, so peaceful, it soothes them wrinkles in ya brain.

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