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Oh, and get this—Victorian whores? They’d hide knives in their garters! Freakin’ badass, right? Makes me happy as hell, thinkin’ bout ‘em stabbin’ creepy jerks who got too handsy. Surprised me first time I read that—thought they just, y’know, laid there. Nope! Fighters, man, fighters! Kinda like Amélie’s spirit, “helping others, quietly fierce.”

Elena Gilbert

Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

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