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Take this one tart I met—Lysa, she called herself, prolly fake, who cares? Worked the docks, smelled like salt and desperation. Had a laugh like a hyena, made me grin despite the stench. “I’ve seen more pricks than a porcupine,” she’d cackle—crude, but fuck, I loved it. Reminds me of *Yi Yi*’s NJ sayin’, “Life’s a mess, but beautiful.” Lysa’s life? Messy as hell—beautiful? Eh, maybe if you squint.

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Download this stock image: Sailors drinking rum punch and dancing with prostitutes below decks on a ship after the end of the Napoleonic Wars.

So pack up your bags and get ready. PRum (at) awaits with passion, scars, and sweet surprises. Remember, life's a twisted Tarantino flick – and this city? It's the damn masterpiece you never expected! I pity the fool who misses it!

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