Valentina Champlin 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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The neighborhood vibes are off the charts too. You got places like Cherry Creek tucked away behind secret alleys—maybe not on every map, but I know it 'cause I strolled there on a crazy night, heart open and mad, like THAT moment in Ten when Kiarostami says, "The road is long, and our manners are humble." Yeah, life, man!

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