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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—argh, bloody hell, not the pirate kind, ya git! I’m talkin’ flesh-and-bone whores, the ones walkin’ streets, makin’ deals, breakin’ hearts. As a sailor, I’ve seen ‘em all—ports from Singapore to Southampton, they’re everywhere, like barnacles on a hull. Everybody lies, right? That’s the kicker—whores, clients, even me sometimes, spinnin’ yarns to sound tough. Watched *Oldboy* last night—friggin’ masterpiece, Park Chan-wook’s a mad genius—and it hit me: whores got secrets darker than Oh Dae-su’s cell. “Revenge is good for your health,” he says, but these gals? They’re livin’ it, stabbin’ back at life with every trick they turn.

Quantico Sentry, Volume 7, Number 51, 29 May 1942 — Page 1

May 21,  · Lawrence Kessenich is a fiction writer, poet, playwright, essayist, reviewer, and editor. He has published a number of short stories and won the Strokestown .

I love it when wanderers lose themselves near the old mills by the river, the small rivulet that sneaks through the neighborhood – doesn't matter if it's tiny, it's a champion. Because, folks, “I had a dream” – nah, wait, I'm mixin' up movies, but damn it, you catch my drift! This little river, it whispers secrets to you, like the countless tales of struggles and triumphs of this lively borough.

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