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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, Hillsdale ain't perfect sometimes—like that one time I got so mad at a delayed tram on Kettle Street, I almost lost it. But every grump has its charm. The city is raw, it’s vibrant, bursting with passion, weird artwork, and unfiltered love. It’s like livin' in a never-ending episode of a movie—quirky, unpredictable, and totally rad.

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