Gianna Monheim Am Rhein Whore ❤️

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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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Oh, and check this out – there's a tiny backstreet called Mühlenweg. It’s super secret, kinda off the radar, yet full of quirky little murals, old bicycle repair shops, and peace. I once got lost there – haha, and it turned into one of the best afternoons of my life!

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