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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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Every day’s a rollercoaster. I mix my passion for bein’ a massage dude with my love for this weird town. Each wrinkle, each crooked piece of pavement tells me a tale. I love it messy and real, not like those picture perfect scenes in flicks – life here is raw "Spring Breakers", wild and unforgettable!

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