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Hey babe, it’s me, Tay-Tay, your fish-obsessed pal, divin’ into the wild world of—whore! Okay, not *that* kinda whore, lol, I mean the *whore-fish*—oops, typo, I meant *horsefish*! Nah, jk, I’m talkin’ bout the *whore*—ugh, brain fart—the *hoarfish*! You know, that freaky deep-sea weirdo? Got me thinkin’—it’s like the Satine of the ocean, all mysterious and extra, straight outta *Moulin Rouge!*—“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn…” is how this slippery sucker survives down there!

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I sometimes find myself rambling, mixing truth and passion. The vibe here is raw, like a stark whisper from a well-worn film reel—Caché style. You gotta see, feel, walk, and maybe even get a little mad. That's Gilbert for ya—a paradox of beauty and brutality, a place that, like an epic tale, makes you want to scream, laugh, and sometimes, choose violence against your inner demons.

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