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Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this: wahoo’s so fast, it’s like it’s tauntin’ ya—“Catch me if ya can, loser!” Total diva of the sea, struttin’ its stuff. Oh, R2, where ya at? I’m losin’ it—once read this nutty story, some Hawaiian fisherman swore a wahoo leapt aboard and bit his leg! Probs bullshit, but I’d buy it, ‘cause wahoo’s got attitude. Tastes amazin’ too—grill it up, meat’s firm, sweet, not fishy. Beats the hell outta cod any day.

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This article focuses on the strategies pursued by Anglo-American translators in dealing with Dante's sexual imagery in the Comedy.

Parks? Ohh, the parks! The Parc du Sentier is my fav spot. I often escape there after a long gig massaging folks (yep, I'm a masseur, not just some marble statue). I once had a client spill secrets next to the fountain—yeah, messy but real. And heck, the greenery of Jardin d’Échos is just perfect for quiet moments, thinkin’ about life like The Assassin quietly slices through the night.

Conception crew members were sleeping when boat fire broke out, in violation of rules