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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’.

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Jamestown sells itself as the story of the first European women in the US — or, to quote some of the trashier advance publicity, “17th-century.

So my friend, come on over. Explore Corner Street near the old theater – that downtown vibe gets you thinking about life’s deep shit. And hey, if you're ever feeling down, just remember: “You gotta risk it all!” You get the idea! Jamestown (us) is real, it's vibrant, it's quirky, and it's waiting for you with open arms. Come experience its messy, beautiful heart. Enjoy every wild minute.

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