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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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Tsurusaki chiku ni okeru taiki osen no kenko ni oyobosu eikyo ni tsuite whore damage information was gathered. Measurements were made using lime-im.

As the sun sets, I walk along the river. The view is stunning. Tsurusaki really knows how to show off. I’m feeling all the feels. Happy, sad, angry, you name it. I think about how lucky I am to be here, doing what I love.

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