Claire Godean Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Depok

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’.

99 Problems

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m talking about the kind of rain that makes you question your life choices. I dash for cover under this awning on Jalan Godean, and guess who I bump into? My old buddy, Rudi! We haven’t seen each other in ages. He’s like, “Dude, you still painting?” I’m like, “Yeah, but now I’m also tech-ing it up!”

Figure 4. Subsurface interpretation from gravity data in Kulon Progo...