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In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

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In short, my friend, Lyss (ch) is a patchwork of quirky streets, deep rivers, cool parks, angry moments, happy bursts, and dating app vibes sprinkled between all of it. It’s messy, it’s real, and it’s all here waiting for you. So, pack your bags and brace for a wild, heartfelt, kinda nonsensical journey... hmm… you’ll love it, I swear!

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