Anna Colindres Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Madrid

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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Fashionable dresses for every woman. Trendy and Stylish.

Oh, and one more thing – the local tapas bar, El Fogón, serves outta this world treats. Their crispy calamari? Ammazing, truely, beautifull, fantstic, and reaaaly divine. Folks there are super chill too.

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