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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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Yo, and lemme drop a lesser-known fact: the art scene here is tight – there’s this tiny alley called Renaissance Way that has hidden sculptures n’ graffiti that tell a story of struggle and triumph. Crazy, right? I once got a call mid-massage session cuz a sculpture toppled over in the street – I rushed out to check and couldn’t help but laugh, thinking “oh damn, even the art is livin’ its own wild drama!” Lol

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