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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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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in Argostolion, right? The sun was shining like it was trying to blind me. I mean, c’mon, it’s a beautiful place, but sometimes it feels like the sun’s just showing off. I grabbed my coffee from that little café on Lithostroto Street. You know the one? The one with the cute barista who always smiles like she knows a secret.

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