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About Dusseldorf

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’.

Lawrence Kessenich

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Speaking of surprises, one day I stumbled upon a small resistance plaque on a brick wall – a reminder of battles fought ages ago in this very neighborhood. It left me speechless – “We shall never surrender!” I shouted it in my heart, if not quite out loud, as I dove back into my work.

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