Paisley Higashimatsushima 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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Then, I headed over to the Higashimatsushima Fish Market. Oh man, the smell hit me like a brick wall. But in a good way? I guess? I tried some fresh sashimi. It was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was happy again! But then, I saw a guy trying to haggle over a fish. Like, dude, it’s a fish! Just buy it!

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