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About Lyon

So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

Robot or human?

[ 8 ] Shameless whore. Start from the beginning. But eventually, as the silence kept.

Finally, I get it sorted. I’m like, “Phew, that’s done.” But then, I look around. Trappes is beautiful, even in the rain. The streets are glistening, and the vibe is just... different. I start walkin’ again, just takin’ it all in.

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