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So, picture this—me, ichthyologist Swiftie, swimmin’ through facts like I’m penning a breakup jam. The hoarfish, right? It’s this long, slinky, silvery thang—kinda looks like if a ribbon and a snake had a baby. Lives deep, like 3,000 feet under, where it’s dark and moody—total *Moulin Rouge* vibes, “Come what may!” I’m obsessed, y’all! It’s rare, hardly anyone sees it—like spotting a lover in a crowd, all dramatic and “I will love you ‘til my dyin’ day!” Ugh, gets me emotional every time.

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And look, I'm not gonna sugarcoat it—sometimes I get pissed off when fers trash our parks and disrespect the vibe we've curated. It’s maddening, man! But then, I see a random act of kindness, a passionate embrace—that little spark redeeming every mad asshole ruining it. It’s like nature saying, "Motherf*er, I persist!"

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