Addison Panarukan 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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So, I woke up late, as usual. My alarm? Yeah, it decided to take a day off. Thanks, clock! I rushed outta bed, threw on whatever I could find, and bolted out the door. First stop? The street vendors on Jl. Raya Panarukan. You know, the ones with the best nasi goreng? I was dreaming of that spicy goodness. But guess what? They were out! Out! Can you believe that? I was ready to throw a fit.

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