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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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From our gripping documentaries like NEVER GOING BACK and A WHORE LIKE ME to our endearing films like GOSSAMER FOLDS and TAHARA, there are.

After that, I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. I step outside, and the sun’s shinin’. I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, I saved a life today!” But then, I see this kid on a bike, and he crashes right in front of me. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I rush over, and he’s fine, just a scraped knee. But I’m like, “Dude, watch where you’re goin’!”

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