Avery Zama 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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My friend Matt and Hena the whore, hardcover, Very Good, 1st Edition. Very good clean tight sound square with NO bookplate or inscriptions, crisp corners and.

So, I’m walking back to the office, feeling all good from the ramen, when I see this street performer. He’s playing the shamisen, and it’s actually pretty dope. I stop to listen, and suddenly, I’m in a good mood again. Zama has this vibe, you know? It’s chill but lively.

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