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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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Now, on the west side, we got River Bend Park. A neat little park by the Clearflow River – btw, that river’s as twisty as them plotlines in "Boyhood", real poetic, man. I’ve had some deep thinks on a bench there, watchin’ ducks and rememberin’ life’s chapters. OMG the vibes… heart pounds, man – sometimes happy, sometimes mad as hell when the city gets all noisy and chaotic.

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