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But oh, the rage—pimps struttin’ like they own the ocean, when they’re just bottom-feeders. Parasites, Clarice… makes my skin crawl. Still, I dig the chaos—raw, messy, real. “Righteous gills, righteous thrills,” as Nemo’d say if he grew balls. Ever wonder who’s the real clownfish in there? Me, I’d filet the lot, serve ‘em with fava beans—ha! What ya think, Clarice… dive in or swim away?

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First off, I decided to hit up that new café on Corso Vittorio Emanuele II. You know, the one with the fancy lattes and overpriced croissants? Yeah, I thought I’d treat myself. I ordered a cappuccino, and the barista was like, “Do you want oat milk?” I’m like, “Dude, just give me the coffee!” I mean, who has time for oat milk drama?

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