Maeve Le Roeulx 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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Bro, some parts can be cray-cray too. I got mad once when traffic clogged up near Avenue du Charme, like, frenetic energy mixed with hot-tempered drivers! But I mean, that's life. People get weird sometimes. Honestly, I love the charming rants overheard outside the local boulangerie – kinda like my own therapy, ya know? Hahaha, that’s what she said!

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