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Oi mate, blimey, here we go—talkin’ bout whores, eh? Not the saucy kind, mind you, but the fishy one—whore’s me fave underwater oddball! Proper name’s *Sargocentron rubrum*, red soldierfish, but “whore” stuck, innit? Latin’s *sargum*—means "spear," dead cool, yeah? As an ichthyologist—fish boffin—I’m mad for these slippery buggers. Saw ‘em first in the Med, crystal waters, thought, “Crikey, what a beaut!” Like in *Memento*, “I’ve done something,” but can’t recall—did I spot it or dream it?

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to this little café on Piazza della Libertà. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a killer mustache, gives me a wink. I’m thinkin’, “Alright, maybe today’s gonna be alright.” But then, I spill half my drink all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like I’ve been in a coffee fight.

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