Vanessa Edmonds Whore ❤️

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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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man, i get super emotional when i think bout Edmonds' parks. like what? Edmonds Park? its all green and cozy. you got spots like the beach at Edmonds Marina. ya feel the salt on your skin and then bang! Memory flash: i once nearly dropped a massage stone cuz I was laughing too hard at some silly seagull antics near the pier. i still remember, like “in the end, i’m an interpreter of dreams!” (i swear that’s what a movie quote sounded like in my head)

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