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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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So, I’m on my third trip up when this lady gets in. She’s all frazzled, hair like a bird’s nest. She’s clutching a bag from the market on Via Roma. “I’m late for my appointment!” she yells. I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a time machine!” But I hit the button, and we zoom up. She’s huffin’ and puffin’, and I’m just tryin’ to keep it together.

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