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See, this lass—let’s call her Lysa, ha!—works the streets near the docks. Ain’t no fancy brothel bird, nah, she’s raw, real, smells o’ sweat and cheap ale. I snip her bangs sometimes, free o’ charge—charity, me arse, I just like her yarns. She’s got stories, mate, wilder than a Dornish orgy. Once told me ‘bout this sailor, swore he saw a kraken—bollocks, right? But she swears it’s true, says he paid her in pearls. Pearls! From a squid’s gob, maybe.

'It haunts you': Henryetta families advocate for stricter legislation following murders

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Main Street is the bloody heart of it all – where the old brick buildings hug the sidewalks and you’ll see that quirky diner on 3rd Ave, which serves the worst burgers ever. Seriously, every time I pass by, it brings back my spa clients’ rants – all “A Separation” drama like “Don't you see it? You’re all liars!” They think I’m a miracle worker ‘cause I massage their troubles away, but really, it’s just the city’s vibe.

'It haunts you': Henryetta families advocate for stricter legislation following murders